Page 32 of The Bad Mother's Diary

Phoned Mum to ask how long she left us for as babies.

She said, ‘As long as I could bloody well get away with.’

Decided a few hours would probably be okay.

After going through Daisy’s routine with Nick (she naps at 11am and will ONLY sleep with her Teddy Snuggles, her pink sleeping bag and her waffle blanket), I made a break for it.

I did offer to write everything down, but Nick waved me away with a ‘Stop stressing. Me and Daisy boo will be fine.’

Facial was lovely. And I stayed awake for most of it too.

When I got home, Daisy was red-faced and screaming the place down.

Nick had put her to sleep without her Teddy Snuggles, pink sleeping bag or waffle blanket.

After shouting at Nick, I spent an hour walking and shushing, trying to calm Daisy down.

When she finally fell asleep, she sprung awake five minutes later like a manic devil child and I had to go through everything all over again.

Nick tried to help. He sang ‘Strangers in the Night’ in Daisy’s ear. But it just made her worse.

When she finally fell asleep, I shouted at Nick for a full half hour.

He admitted he’d panicked and forgotten my instructions. And that I probably should have written them down.

‘I’m very sensitive,’ he said. ‘Daisy’s crying goes right to the core of my being. I can’t think straight when she’s upset.’

Actors are SO dramatic!

Monday March 16th

Am really excited about the wedding now. Once we’re married, everything will fall into place. We’ll find a great house and FINALLY Daisy will have a garden and a kitchen and a bedroom of her own.

Tuesday March 17th

St Patrick’s Day

Mum and Dad are doing their usual Paddy’s Night party at the Oakley Arms this evening.

I really wanted to go, just for an hour or so, but Daisy just wouldn’t settle.

Mum has just phoned to drunkenly sing ‘The Irish Rover’. She was so loud she woke Daisy up.

The pub sounded pretty lively.

I could hear an Irish band, and the ‘stamp! stamp! stamp!’ of people dancing on the bar. And Dad telling Brandi off for drinking Guinness from the tap.

Saturday March 21st

Ugh.

Nick’s got a last-minute theatre role. He’s playing a dancing jack-in-the-box. So he can’t take me to the Dalton Spring Ball tonight.

The charity auction is bad enough when you have a boyfriend. God knows what it’ll be like alone.

But I have to go. I can’t let Laura down.

Sunday March 22nd

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