There are some things about being a mother that you will never learn from a book. That children projectile vomit at least once a week, for instance, or that regardless of how hard a mother tries, inevitably their sons will turn into spitting images of their father, complete with frogs and grass stains. They also forget to mention that although you convince yourself for eleven years that life will be infinitely easier once they've all departed for school, life will not be easier, because you will worry a hundred times more when they're out of your sight than you ever could have worried when they were home.
And don't even get me started on the things that remain unwritten about being a wife!
Eventually when I'm older, and have long since lost my tolerance for patients disobeying my orders, I will either write three books to cover each individual topic, or one fantastic tell all entitled "A Husband, A Child and A Job: The Story of How I've Kept My Mind". It will be a best-seller, I assure you, and with the profits, Edgar and I will set out on a ship to sail the world and see dragons on each continent. That will be my thanks for having put up with me all this time.
St. Mungos employees.
There's candy at my desk.
And don't even get me started on the things that remain unwritten about being a wife!
Eventually when I'm older, and have long since lost my tolerance for patients disobeying my orders, I will either write three books to cover each individual topic, or one fantastic tell all entitled "A Husband, A Child and A Job: The Story of How I've Kept My Mind". It will be a best-seller, I assure you, and with the profits, Edgar and I will set out on a ship to sail the world and see dragons on each continent. That will be my thanks for having put up with me all this time.
St. Mungos employees.
There's candy at my desk.