So there are (many) days like today when, I confess:
- We used more disposables than reuseable nappies,
- I parked the babe in her bouncy chair in front of the TV,
- I fed her from a pot or pouch (organic, but still...).
- We didn't go for a walk to get any fresh air.
I know it's not tragic or anything, I know I'm a Good Mother, but I think it reflects a bit of a pattern in my life, a certain difficulty (laziness?) transforming theory into reality.
Anyone else got any similar confessions? Come on, make me feel better about myself ;-)