I was run off my feet today. After a hectic day at work I did the dog-walking, shopping, cooking and dealt with countless tantrums and a few accidents in between.
By the time I plonked down on my chair to have dinner I felt exhausted and realised I couldn’t immediately face up to our usual ‘how was your day’ conversation.
So I told Ella: I am very tired and when I’m very tired I don’t feel like talking to you.
I quickly added (realising how she might take it personally): And I also don’t want to talk to anyone else.
Ella: You’ll have to talk to yourself then. Do you want to talk to yourself, mummy?
And I try so hard to conceal my insanity!