Clever Kid!

Campbell's such a clever kid. And I'm rather slow on the uptake! He's been telling me, "Wees Mummy", and I've been responding... "Good boy, Campbell, you've got a nappy on". After a week or two of this I finally pinged... Derr!! It was toilet training time!! After his lunchtime nap last Monday, I put him into underpants. We had 2 accidents, and 2 successes.

Tuesday, that was it. He was done. No accidents. He went to Day Care on Wednesday (with lots of extra clothes ;)), but when I picked him up he was in the same pants!

This week hasn't been as good, but hey, it's all practise!!

Only 11 sleeps till Santa comes!! I'm looking forward to the weekend before Xmas more than Xmas itself... Mum and my niece are coming to visit, and we're having our dear friends over for dinner too, so we're having an early Xmas celebration. It's going to be wonderful!!

Anyway, just a quick post tonight. Hope you're all well! Don't forget to say Hi so I know for sure that hardly anyone visits ;)

Why is it never good enough?

What the heck is wrong with me? I have a wonderful DH and a wonderful family, but you know what... no matter how hard they try or what they do, I only see the shortcomings... the things that are wrong.

DH spent 3 hours assembling our 7 foot Christmas Tree on Sunday. I've decorated it tonight, complaining terribly that he hasn't pulled all the branches on the tree out properly so the decorations are all stuck and there's big holes that you can see through... WTF is wrong with me?? Why can't I just be grateful that he put the tree up and I didn't have to do it?

And it's not just the tree, it's everything. He'll try to do something to help me out, but because it's not the way I would do it, or would like it done (and who died and made me God, anyway?) instead of being grateful for the act, I tear it apart.

And it's not just DH either!! It's the kids, family, friends... What the hell makes me think that my way's the right way, or that these people are so perfect that they shouldn't make a goddamn mistake? Is it because I can't tolerate my own mistakes? Is it because I don't think that what I do is good enough?

WHY? WHY? WHY?

And why am I sitting here writing this when I should be in bed beside my husband apologising for being the Queen of Bitches??????

I love you honey, with all of my heart
xxxxx