This morning when getting ready for work I was trying to put a necklace on and while having trouble, uttered the word bugger. JJ said, that’s a naughty word. I then said, well mummy needs a timeout in her bedroom – you’ll have to leave. Leave he did and sat out in the hallway waiting for me while going over the whole conversation we’d just had, saying the word bugger at least three times.
Note to self – if I want quiet time then I need to send myself to timeout. Don’t want to have to swear all the time to do this though so will have to think of another reason for sending myself to timeout.
