Text to The Hub:
(Yes, I’ve realised how sad it is that we text each other emojis. We don’t get out much, least of all with each other, and chatting face to face is so 2007!)
He comes down the stairs from having (what I can only imagine of course) the biggest shit ever or just from his “go to” hiding place with a smirk on.
“I can’t get your children dressed. They just won’t move!” I moan. Notice how I call them his children? They are only mine when they are asleep or doing something brainy, like puzzles or not picky their nose.
“Come on girlys up the stairs.” He asks lightly, and they JUMP UP! No questions ask.
How the &^%$ does he do it? Does he have a magic wand I don’t know about? Do they just like him better? (It’s possible)
Oh well, he can be parent number 1 today, and I’ll go hide in the kitchen and pretend I’m actually cooking something organic.
Kids at Grandmas. Don’t care! Whoop!
Day 3: Now named The Day from Hell
Despite a crappy night of musical beds and a 5 am wake-up, both kids are pretty chipper. That’s in till I mention we need to go shopping and suddenly limbs have fallen off, making walking impossible and they now only reply in one tone: screams.
The only thing that calms us all down is some well-deserved iPad time and a cookie for me. Screw the diet, and anyway, calories don’t count if they’re eaten before 8 am right?
How long do you think a 4-year-old and 2-year-old would want to watch a sodding unpacking of a Kinder egg for?
Yep, I was pretty surprised too.
We all felt rather wobbly and queasy as a result of a second night of musical beds and the over indulgence of unwrapping videos and cookies.
To ensure we got a better night tonight, I did the unthinkable and told them I would share my cookies if they promised to sleep tonight.
After a lot of pinky promises and nodding from the kids, I throw play-doh, cookies, and my phone at them and try to avoid getting cracked over the back of the head with it all.
Had a slightly better night but feeling a bit stressed. When I don’t sleep I get stressed then cry. A lot. Normally only over the big things, though, like running out of The Big 3 (Cookies, Cake and Coke.) I can actually face most things in life like a ninja, but without The Big 3, well, I’m a mess!
Today I have to try and get two kids out the door, on time, looking presentable i.e no PJs and hair brushed.
Then I remember The Hub did the shopping yesterday, so I can now fulfill my master plan…
No not that. Even though that would be sweet as! No. I’m going to bribe my way through it and hope for the best.
Want to see how I got on?
(Disclaimer: I was given all these cookies by Maryland to review. They where lush.)