Horseriding and more moments of excellent mothering
Truly. I am the most excellent mother. Hands up who thinks so. That silence sure is deafening. It will remain deafening after I tell you all my latest moments of excellent mothering. It began yesterday when I battled yet again with Ryley to dress him. Braeden has also decided it would be fun to have a dressing battle with me too. So joy of joys, I battled them both yesterday. Bus arrived. We get up on the bus and one of the kids from Ryley's class says "Hey! How come Ryley isn't in his Pajamas?" Ooooooohhhhhhhh Faaaarrrrkk! Told the attendant to put Ryley in his seat as I jumped off the bus and bolted inside (I don't think the attendant heard me actually, and meanwhile Braeden was just partying somewhere on the bus). Ran around like a blind woman searching for PJ's. Oh. Yeah. That's right . Don't have any clean ones due to vomit and...er...well...let's just say the pants were not clean. Grabbed the top he had worn the night before and...