A Day In Our Life
This morning, like every morning, was a complete battle of wills.
Firstly, the will to wake up completely left me, after getting up about four times overnight to the repeated cry of “I want a dummy, I want a dummy, I want a dummy…” until I went in and found it under all of Thea’s toys. The other times were “I want mousey” and “I want a dimp(drink).” Then the dummy again.
Then we have the daily battle of the breakfasts. “I want porridge.” “You can have Rice Krispies or Weetabix. “I want porridge.” And repeat. Finally get them both sitting down and kind of eating, whilst I run around packing bags and putting in contact lenses. I don’t have time time to brush my hair. Or wee.
I bundle Thea into the buggy, after peeling Rice Krispies off her face, hands and PJs. I manage to get Ava into her coat and shoes (after a bit of mild shouting) and detangle the scooter from the buggy board.
Get outside and it’s raining. Can’t face the whining, so bundle Thea into the car. Chuck the buggy in the back and after some more ‘persuasion’ (yep, more mild shouting) Ava gets into her seat and we manage to get to pre-school just about on time.
Because we don’t go home after drop off, we get to toddler group early (weird sensation for me) so we sit in the foyer, looking at books. Thea chose ‘The Diabetic’s Guide to Healthy Living‘ obvs.
“I want a biscuit!” alternating with “I want a dummy!” The dress, by the way, was a Marks & Spencer one I used to wear in the ’80s. Great to have hoarder parents!
After about an hour of these tears (well, that’s how long it felt, it was probably 20 minutes) they thankfully open the serving hatch and I get this beauty of a cup of tea.
Then the other children sing in a circle, whilst Thea and her little friends, hopped up on sugar from the biscuits, run about again. Then some more reading in the foyer, where she somehow manages to find her favourite again!
Lunch was more successful than breakfast as I made their favourite, boiled eggs. Thea decides to eat hers like a satsuma, which is fine until “Eeww, cunchy.”
Then Ava says, “I can hear quack quack quack.” “A duck?” “No, in my mouth!” “Oh you mean ‘crack crack crack’!” More shell.
The afternoon brings more potential battles, but it’s amazing how powerful the promise of a babyccino can be. I have to go to Milton Keynes as I have several unsuitable purchases to return, including one that needs to be back today. Thea sleeps in the buggy for over an hour, whilst Ava chats to me as we walk up and down, returning things. I manage to get to the Bubble Blowing Frog of Joy outside Debenhams at the right moment, much to Ava’s delight.
Thea wakes up and wants to walk, then go on the buggy board, so we have this situation to stop the buggy tipping up.
And then finally, the prize: babyccinos and a quarter of a chocolate chip cookie (I ate the other half, of course.)
Home time. They watch CBeebies whilst I make spaghetti bolognese with Quorn instead of beef mince. Quite stressful as they keep coming in asking for an apple or banana every five minutes. Pour boiling water over hand.
Fortunately, they LOVE dinner and eat in silence for at least five minutes. Quite a lot slithers onto Thea’s lap.
Ryan is working late today so I have to do bed time on my own. I skip the baths. But they are both relatively good and we only have one problem, when Thea runs into the shower to clean her teeth, meaning wet PJs. Then she finds my shower cap.
We read about six stories and I finally get them settled. I only have to go back up once for a cuddle for Thea and to help Ava move all her stuff from one end of the bed to the other.