This was my week. Full of the impossibleness you only realise exists when you have a Toddler crying for a big hug and a newborn wanting her Mummy. Every tiny piece of my day seems impossible. Sleeping. Eating. Showering. Three Minutes to myself. The Laundry. Getting dinner on the table. Bathing the kids. Peeing.
So going to get the Toddler a haircut, now that his hair is at the point of being wayyy past needing one, is not just an impossible task but a frickin’ courageous one. Continue reading