Today…. I woke up to to one sick child, and two kids still asleep. Which wouldn’t be bad except that it means that Bridie would now be late for school, and Ava’s whole morning routine would be up the creek.
Today…. I woke up Bridie only to find out that she too wasn’t well, so at least being late for school was not going to be a problem.
Today…. Bailey dragged me outside to show me a dead possum on the lawn, that the dog had killed. It didn’t fit in a plastic bag, and rigour mortise had set in, so I had to scoop it up in a garbage bag, and put it in the freezer because the bins don’t go out till Thursday.
Today….I was planning a trip to Target for new shoes for the kids, because it was the only day I could get there while the kids shoes were still on sale. Of course I only wanted to go with two kids, but now I had four. And Ava wouldn’t have her morning sleep because she had slept in. And Bridie and Taylah were arguing over who was the sickest (seriously, why?) So I went anyway, cause shoe shopping is the cure for EVERYTHING
Today…I drove out to Target, twenty minutes in the car, with children talking at me the whole time. Discussing possible ways to resurrect the possum (by putting sand or grass on it), and then an imaginary snake, and what types of snakes are dangerous, and you shouldn’t touch snakes, and all the different ways you can say that, repeated by three people trying to talk over each other, and then getting angry cause no one is listening.
Today…I bought the kids new shoes. So no doubt today, when he gets home, Boat Man will give me that look. The ‘you have been spending money again,’ look, like it is my personal mission in life to spend every cent he earns, rather than make sure our children have adequate coverings on their feet.
Then… The checkout lady at Target more or less told me off for having the big girls in the trolley, because it might tip over. She almost ruined my shoe buying euphoria. (I wouldn’t be at all surprised if Boatman has handed out photos of me to all shopping centres saying, ‘If you see this woman, please do everything within your power to stop her buying stuff.’ Well Boatman, you’re plan didn’t work!
Please still love me?)
Today….I had a mountain load of washing to do, which translates into a mountain load of ironing tonight.
Today….I told Bailey to stop kicking the top bunk with his feet. Moments later, I heard a crash, then a scream, as Bridie, climbing on the bed to get her toy dog Boofa Rainbow, fell through the slats.
Then…after dealing with the broken bed, putting the big girls in my bed for a rest, and giving Bailey strict instructions to sleep at the other end of the bed, I tried to put a DVD on, and it wouldn’t work.
Then….Bailey came out saying that he was going to fix the bed for daddy, but was told by his very cranky, tired, fed up mummy, NOT to touch the bed, and so threw a major screaming fit, and woke up his little sister, who had finally gone to sleep for all of forty minutes.
Then….I got her up, thinking ‘its ok, all is not lost. She is still very tired. I’ll give her a cuddle and a bottle, and so long as nothing distracts her, she will go back to sleep, and I can have some lunch, and watch some TV, and just chill out for a bit.’
So of course, Taylah comes out complaining that Bridie is ‘looking at her,’ (seriously, thats the worst of your problems?), and then when told to leave the room immediately, chooses to cry and argue, and COMPLETELY wake Ava up.
Today…Despite the fact that they have all complained of a sore tummy, and not feeling well, neither Taylah, Bailey, or Bridie had a sleep, but instead got up and down, making reasons and excuses to come into the lounge, and Ava was awake, and so I did not get any time on my own. (And my hour and a half in the middle of the day is protected! Mummy needs her time out, or she gets really cranky.)
So right now…. Ava has finally gone back to sleep, Bailey is pushing all of Taylah’s buttons, and both he and Bridie are taking turns every two seconds to ask me for food. Everyone is tired and cranky, and I should be doing something, but instead I am blogging, cause sometimes having a winge just makes everything better. (Particularly if you have already been shoe shopping.)
Oh and I’m trying to hide in the toilet while I do this, cause I am a loo blogger, and thats how I roll.
Today…by most standards, has been an epic fail.
I really can’t wait till tomorrow
And then just as I am about to hit send, I totally lost it and yelled at Bailey for accidentally headbutting me. Feeling like a pretty awful mummy right now.