Today in a flash:
Three (two are mine) over-excited, shrieking children in the garden, all cock-a-hoop at 7.40am. Meanwhile I am bent over the worktop, huge towel over my head, steaming my blocked sinuses to death. Trying to reach my nirvana. Hard to relax in the Olbas steam when you can hear kids shouting: "Tell him to wee on the slide".
School drop off. Not late today. This is a major achievement. The kids all high five me. I am officially Super Mum. The handsome dad (even though some people are questioning my taste, mainly my husband) asks if I want to hang out in the skate park after school. I tell him no, I am too busy. Ha! In your face!
Took the Prince to the park.
Then took the Prince to the toddler group. I've not been for months. I. HATE. IT. It is one big clique. It was OK when the coffee and biscuits came out but then they announced there were only enough biscuits for the kids today. Gutted? I nearly wept.
Survived the group, rushed home, fed the Prince and put him to bed. Then had several matters to deal with. Wolfed down lunch.
Took the Prince to breastfeeding group. I call it B.A. As in Boobs Anonymous. It's mainly for mums with tiny newborns who have trouble breastfeeding. Then I rock up with a huge tot. I am the only one there who is trying to wean him off. It's becoming a joke. He is boob obsessed. After the group we dashed to Lidl (I love their cakes) and a woman accidentally knocked into the Prince. She said: "I am so sorry for bumping into her. Or is it a "he"? Hard to tell with the long hair."
HARD TO TELL???? He was wearing boys' clothes with Thomas the Tank Engine on, a blue cardigan and boys' shoes. Which bit of my son did you think made him look like a girl?? Oh, the two inches too long hair?Right. Jog on lady. Anyway, hastily got on the phone to my trusty hairdresser friend to give him a make over.
School run - avoided the vile unfriendly mums, talked to the lovely genuine ones. Dashed off, and headed to my friend Gabi's for tea. We had very in depth discussions about life after death. Beats talking about soiled nappies, that's for sure.
After tea we zoomed home and I put the kids in the bath. Twenty seconds later they were out again - the Prince announced he had pooed in the bath. Two panicking kids out promptly. He NEVER poos in the bath. Dried them, got them into bed for story time and later tackled the small brown floating object in the water. It was a Lego helmet. No poo anywhere... (*sigh*).
I had time, in all this madness, to buy the following dress for the Princess for a bargain £4.99. Oxfam is one of my favourite "cherry tree" shops and this dress is a Disney Wizards of Waverley Place design. The Princess loves this show so I am once again Super Mum.
But now I don't feel like Super Mum. I am exhausted. There is a Toblerone and wine in the fridge. I promised I wouldn't..........ah, I deserve to be a little wild tonight after such a hectic day, surely?