Days like Today

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On days like today…

… I count the hours until my husband gets home from work.
… I want to hug the people that invented antibacterial wipes, quick cycles on washing machines, tumble dryers and most importantly kids tv.
… I considder it an achievement if I get to eat my meals while sitting down or to drink a hot beverage while it is at least lukewarm.
… I fantasize about the quiet sound of two little humans snoring peacefully at naptime.
… I would choose an undisturbed bubble bath and afternoon nap over winning the lottery …

The last 3 days have been very busy and a little bit manic – Friday I had planned to bake however we went to hollow trees farm rather impromptu and had a great spontaneous afternoon out with friends.
Saturday morning we all went to do a rather large long overdue food shop, then Daddy took care of the smalls all on his own while I was baking a special birthday cake. (Daddy is great fun and a wonderful parent
but not quite as effective in responding to tantrums or as efficient in sticking to a routine as mummy).
Sunday morning was spent disassembling and moving around car seats after winry had an accident which resulted in a great deal of disruption, bleaching of floors, digging out spare car seats ect…
And then there was, quote Winry “the best birthday party ever” when we spent the afternoon at her friends birthday party.
So to cut a long story short – the kids were both absolutely shattered after a very very busy weekend.

When I woke up this morning and went about the house tidying up and picking up laundry, somewhat glad to be back to a “normal” schedule, I caught a whiff which meant littl’uns bum needed changing …
as I went to pick him up I noticed his nappy had leaked … BADLY !!! … and he had left a trail where he’d been crawling/walking/climbing … there was poo EVERYWHERE …
Looking at the scenario and not quite knowing where to start, I thought I’d start tackling the source of the disaster to prevent any more leakage and I “hosed” him down in the bath…

Munchkins safely deposited in his playpen (which he hates because he thinks he’s missing out on the fun), I then plonked winry on our bed and put cartoons on with instructions not to move an inch before starting to clean poo off the changing table, the carpet, the nappy bin, the bathroom floor, the bouncy chair and myself …
then stuffing various poo covered items in the washing machine with a decent amount of nappisan and putting it on a pre-wash cycle which takes FOREVER… ( this was the first of 4 loads of laundry today )

… deep breath and count to 10 …

then caught up on making breakfast, gulping down mine while sterilizing bottles and washing up…
then managed to finish tidying up and getting winry dressed before giving sam his bottle…

Sam was totally overwhelmed by the weekends activities and lack of sleep so would not go to sleep in his cot.
His rocking chair cover was recouperating from its poo attack in the spin cycle…
So I resigned myself to having my 11kg dumpling sleep in my arms…
He went off to sleep without too much trouble, however only 10 minutes later winry rushed off to the bathroom …
I was praying it was only a wee (which she manages herself) only to hear her call “mummy help me please – I done a poo” …
after a deep defeated sigh I gingerly tried to transfer Sameth to his bed but of course he woke up and promptly started to cry…
fast forward 10 minutes and after helping winry and trying to soothe my baby boy back to the land of nod I realised there was no hope of getting him back to sleep again this morning…

It was now only 09:30 …
Sameth the definition of grumpy.
Winry whinging and whining after a far too exciting weekend.
Mummy trying not to think of the fact it was only Monday morning…

The day went on as it started and other highlights included Sam tipping over his nappy bin and having a good old rumage through it while I was attempting to tackle the folding of mount everest of Laundry,
one of winrys drawers breaking as I was pulling it out of its chest and it dropping on my little toe, me spilling liquid detergent all over the kitchen floor, shrinking some socks, the delivery guy knocking on the door just as I got sam down for his lunchtime nap and stubbing my toe on the foot of the PC desk…

Have you ever heard the ancient Myth of Sisyphus by the philosopher Albert Camys ?

http://www.nyu.edu/classes/keefer/hell/camus.html

Some days parenting can feel like that. Today was a day like that.

And on days like today …
… I call my husband at work just to hear his deep calm voice.
… nothing pleases me more than a pile of clean folded laundry.
… a couple of biscuits just won’t do it.
… the only thing that really matters is the love for my family, Sams soft little hands patting my face as he gurgles and chuckles,
Winry coming up to me just to give me a kiss and my husband making me a cup of tea just the way I like it once the kids are tucked up in bed…

Until next time…
ta da

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