The Great British Weekend Survival Guide (Or: How I Didn’t Get Murdered by My Toddler)

So, let’s be honest. If you’re anyone who has sat down with a cup of tea and managed to squeeze out five minutes of peace and quiet while the kids are napping or—god forbid—playing nicely together for once, you know that the weekend is less of a ‘relaxing getaway’ and more of an endurance test. This week, the goal was simple: survive the Saturday morning rush in our little corner of the UK. I had a couple ofs thoughts about whether we should head out for a local park visit or just stay in and attempt to brave the perils of the British weather, which is currently doing its usual routine of ‘mostly grey’ and ‘slightly drizzly’ if we leave the house.

The plan was simple. We were going to hit the village market first. The idea was that I’d get some fresh produce and some local produce (oops, excuse me, local *flowers*), but more importantly, the kids would have a bit of adventure. They can be fascinated by the lovely little stalls. However, my eldest, Leo, couldn’t wait to jump into a bit of a chaos. He’s currently in that phase where he believes every single thing is a danger zone or an absolute marvel to be investigated and touched. I spent most of the morning trying to prevent him from grabbing a handful of berries and willing to stop some other mummies on a high. If you’re a mum with toddlers, you know exactly what this means—it’s basically a full-time job involving constant vigilance and a lot of deep breaths.

The Great British Weekend Survival Guide (Or: How I Didn't Get Murdered by My Toddler)

The ‘Small Wins’ Strategy

When the morning itinerary was derailed by an unexpected puddle and a sudden, rather dramatic tantrum over a feeling of wet socks, but it really did work. A tiny victory is a tiny victory, my love! You just have to find those small wins. For instance, finally getting everyone packed for as well as prepared for a journey in the tussle.

Small wins would be little things like the toddler who actually sat still enough to allow me to finish a whole cup of tea and finished it before it went cold. Let me just tell you, a hot cup of tea is a find more precious than any gold mine. For someone who manage to keep their head together during the warm-s roaredptalamptalamptalampalaar much fuss made about a feeld’mearmearmearmearmearmearmearmearmearmearmearmearmearmearmearmearmearmearmearmearmearmearmearmearmearmearmearmearmearmpear

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