They say a picture paints a thousand words, well these certainly forgot a few words…curse words.
These pictures didn’t mention how he fell asleep just as we parked at the gym, and that those two minutes of sleep would be all he would require for the rest of the day.
These pictures didn’t mention the heart attack I had in the grocery store when I couldn’t find my son because he was actually just in my blind spot, (my butt) hiding behind me.
These pictures didn’t mention that despite his apron and holding of a spoon, he was actually no help at all in the kitchen and that cooking with a toddler is a joke…a non-funny, only Ricky Gervais could make it seem funny, type joke.
These pictures didn’t mention that despite him rubbing his tummy and saying ‘Mmm yummy, Banana bread’, he refused to taste the banana bread and it’s now just a beautiful loaf of my blood, sweat and tears that my husband and I won’t eat because banana bread can’t be enjoyed when we know it’s going straight to my arse.
These pictures didn’t mention how quickly he turned his water colours into what I can only assume is a picture of Satan’s lair and potentially where my son was trying to send me today.
These pictures didn’t mention the rebellious drawings of absolutely non-creative, downright ugly marks that now live on every. single. wall in my house, which he managed to do in the two minutes that it took me to get dressed in my room.
These pictures didn’t mention the refusal of a nap that led to me having to parent ALL day.
These pictures, however, may have mentioned wine, but definitely not in detail.
I think my camera is broken?