I'm 29 weeks pregnant, tired, cranky and having horrible heartburn. I gave ds (4 y/o) a bath and asked him to put his pyjamas on so I can brush his teeth. Ds was being his usual self, being silly, playing and singing and not paying attention to me. I was waiting with the toothbrush in one hand, about to snap; if I had felt better, I would have helped him, but I just didn't have the energy to stand up. So I covered my face with one hand to take a mental break. Ds asked if I was frustrated and why. I told him I wasn't feeling well. He apologized for taking so long to get dressed, hugged me and smiled to make me feel better.
I'm so proud of him. All these years of GD are paying off, he's actually using GD on me!
I'm so proud of him. All these years of GD are paying off, he's actually using GD on me!
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