You know the ones…
The ones that make you a sniffling mess unable to function on any level. Mine usually begin with me getting in the bath with my pants still on, having a snickers bar for breakfast (lunch) (and dinner), taking a turd to the face and reach a truly impressive climax when I sneeze during breastfeeding and nearly lose a nipple.
They are the days that all mums and dads keep from parents-to-be to ensure that mankind continues to procreate… Because quite honestly, if you knew what the low points of parenting were before getting pregnant, you wouldn’t bother. You’d just go and eat a pasty or something instead.
Next time I’ve having a pasty.