Tomorrow I’ll be better
I promise I won't shout so much
I promise to sit and read and smile
And not always be “in a rush”
Tomorrow I’ll be better
And not tired beyond belief
And when you ask to watch Peppa again
I won’t lie on ‘Mummy’s Bed’ and quietly weep
Tomorrow I’ll be better
Our lunch with be amazing!
It won’t consist of a ham sandwich, banana
And another pack of raisins
Tomorrow I’ll be better
I won’t moan about the washing up
And promise I won’t look sad
Tomorrow I’ll be better
I am going to give it a try
And when you’re naughty I’ll just roll my eyes
And not shout so much I cry
Tomorrow I’ll be better
You mean the world to me
I will forget about the silly rules
And give you ice cream for your tea
Tomorrow I’ll be better
And sniff your lovely tiny heads
And threaten to "eat you" for every meal
Tomorrow I’ll be better
And if I’m not perfect that’s OK
I’m trying to do the best I can...
...and tomorrow’s just another day*
*This post was written a year ago and sat in my drafts. It's truly amazing how much can change in 12 months so for all those Mum's thinking when will it get easier? One day? It just does.