It’s that contradictory bullshit that made me feel uneasy before the Tattle rant when I still followed her and thought she was alright. One minute she would be moaning about how traumatised she was and how hard her life was and I’d feel sorry for her and the literal next day she’d be bragging about how amazing it was (especially around her relationship with Josh) and I’d end up feeling inadequate and a bit envious. All seemed a bit exaggerated for effect, as she now is with Wobble. He’s simultaneously the best child ever born and the most difficult toddler ever to live. I was kicked in the face by a 2 year old at work today as I was changing their nappy and they didn’t want to lie down. Such is life with toddlers. I’ve been bitten, scratched, smacked, headbutted, snotted/sweated/pissed on, it goes with the territory.