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Peppa Pig Fail!

Lately, I seem to have lost my writing mojo. I've written a few blogs but haven't shared them because either they seem much too depressing or I've lost my confidence to share it with the world.

Many things have happened that I want to share but haven't. Lack of motivation is also a key factor. Today, however, something changed. A moment in my life I never want to forget. A moment in Michael's (yes full name is required) life I never want him to forget.

Today was a normal day. I say normal one of those I'm so tired of children not doing the socially acceptable thing at midnight and 3 am on a school night as they should....like sleep.

A normal school run except today I end up spending the journey home laughing out loud at my son's expense. So hard that I had to call on those pelvic floor exercises. So hard that I had to actually apologise to him for laughing whilst he was crying. Made me feel like not such a terrible mum.

Why is he crying? Because he has mud on his hands. However, it wasn't just on his hands.

"I have a lot of life experience"

Rewind to when I picked him up. I said, "it's not that wet out there so just keep your trainers on". We walk past the school field each day and he often likes to play on there. I ask him not to because he will get his trainers muddy (as you do). He asks to change into his wellies. I said, "no we are nearly home" as we live practically on top of the school.

We carry on and Mikey continues to play on the grass. I spot a huge puddle. I shout, "go around the puddle!" AROUND it.... Mikey listens to me and doesn't go through it (Crazy I know! He listened) but wait he went OVER it!!!

It's like the movies when it happens in slow motion. There was nothing I could do about it but hope he lands it. Hope he has a secret hidden gymnastic side. Run................jump.......................slip.............splat!!!!

At first, I was shocked, then I smiled and thought oh for f*&% sake as he pulls himself out of the mud. He's now crying because he has it all over him. All I have are his spare clothes to emergency mop up his hands and the best supportive words I had were, "You complete sausage, I did say go around it.....are you ok?".

Whilst mopping up I think I wish I was filming that moment. £250 from you've been framed would be lovely right now. I start dreaming of the clothes I could buy, then my bubble quickly bursts. I then burst out laughing. Mikey cries he wants his daddy. I laugh and say, "come on let's just get home". To be honest I'm proud of myself how I managed to hold back the laughter for as long as I did.

I kept replaying the moment in my mind all the way home and well I still keep doing it. Yes, I still keep laughing. It's probably one of those you had to be there moments. But trust me it made my day. I'm not even bothered that now I have a muddy pair of trainers and a pile of muddy clothes in front of the washing machine.

I explained to Michael that I have a lot of life experience so perhaps listening to me is a good option. However, I have to hand it to him. I didn't say don't jump over it. I must remember that specific instructions are key. I'm learning this with my husband also.

When we got home I asked Mikey: Me - Next time I say go around the puddle are you going to listen? Mikey -yes Me - what will you do next time? Mikey - Go around it! Me - And do you think listening to me in future is a good idea? Mikey - Yes Mum in a muddy Mann's world.

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