As a mummy, the hardest part of the day is always 6am-9am.This is when most of the tantrums happen & the tears shed( mostly by me ). If I can survive those first 3 hours without requiring the need to head straight to Bargain Booze after the Nursery drop off then I can face anything the day throws at me.This morning was an extra special example of the madness I find myself in –
6 am – Get rudely awoken by Harry thrusting his water bottle in my face and demanding blackcurrant, NOW !!
6.15 am – Make Charley breakfast & check on Harry who had left the kitchen to play with his jigsaw in the conservatory. As I walk in I’m met by Harry plus a large spoon leisurely tucking into last nights Birthday cake like a bowl of Coco Pops. I remove the cake from Harry and he removes the 150 piece jigsaw from the table into the floor.
6.30am – On hands & knees picking up jigsaw pieces.
7 am – Screams of ” mummy , nappy ,mummy ” come from the lounge. After rushing in from the kitchen Charley’s freshly nappy,is no longer fresh and green poo is oozing out of it and all over the carpet. Cleaned child , cleaned carpet .
7.30am- Start the daily struggle to get 2 kids washed & dressed. This process normally ends with at least one of us crying.Harry has a preschool party today so he’s wearing his best clothes. I notice it starts to rain.
8am – Rain is now torrential but we need to go to the supermarket to nursery to pick up food for nursery party.Bundle kids in the car and set off .
8.10am- Get to supermarket but see the doors are open but no lights are on. Power cut due to rain !!
8.20am – Drive around until I see a shop open with lights on. Rain by now is bouncing off the floor. Put rain cover over car seat , run to shop with car seat over one arm & holding Harry’s hand. Buy crisps & cakes for party & stop Harry shoplifting a Peppa Pig magazine he’s taken a fancy to . Take food , car seat & Harry & run back to car.
8.30am- I’m soaking wet . Harry’s feet are drenched so we drive home , find Harry’s wellies and drive to preschool.Park the car , take the buggy out of the boot and jog to the Preschool door. Handover child , party food & dry change of clothes ( bad mummy ) and race back to the car .
8.45am – Put Charley into the car , pack pram away & breathe a sigh of belief I can now go home for breakfast. Oh no , I spoke too soon !! Nice other preschool mummy informs me that I left my purse in the plastic bag containing the party food so once again take Charley out of the car , sprint in the rain back to preschool , collect purse & race back to car. By this point I look like a drowned rat , Charley’s screaming her head off from being strapped in & taken out of her car seat 10 times and all I can do is sit in the car and laugh .Laugh at myself, laugh at the loony tune situations I always find myself in since being a mummy but I suppose if you can’t laugh at yourself , who can you laugh at ? ?? 😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂