A day in the life

The day begins early and already I have baby sick in my hair and wee on my leggings aswel as a small child hanging off my leg asking for breakfast. While the other one cries for milk. The decision on which one to feed first is always a battle in my head. So I quickly throw some shreddies and milk in a bowl and let the younger one dive in. Baby in one arm making milk with my second, dying for a wee and a cup of tea because as usual I’ve not had time to sit my bum down on the toilet seat or make myself a drink. finally feeding time peace at last they are both quiet and filling their tiny tummies. Spilt milk on the kitchen table, soggy shreddies drying onto my kitchen floor but no time to wipe them up because baby needs her nappy changing. Whilst changing nappy bigger child knocks over a drink soaking the carpet for the 9th time this morning so next job is to wipe that up. It’s getting on lunch time and I’ve still not had a wee or a cup of tea.

I turn my back for 5 seconds and oldest is scribbling on the wall with a sharpie. Before I know it it’s time to make lunch. Drama because I haven’t cut the toast in the shape he likes it so I peel the orange he asked for only that’s wrong to. Then baby crys for a bottle. Buttering toast with one hand making milk with my other, if only they’re were more of me. Children fed for the second time finally I can make that cup of tea. Quickly pick up some bits off the floor, wade through the mountain of nappies, get a wash on and wash the dishes quickly. Before I know it my cup of tea has gone cold and older child is hungry again.

Lunch time passes happy kids, I quickly make myself a slice of toast. But before I can spread the butter older child takes a piss on the carpet, dash him to the toilet and wipe the carpet, clean pair of pants on and off he goes. Younger child is stiring time for nappy change. Which turns into a full change of clothes. Chuck the clothes in the wash, nappy in the bin. What was I doing? Oh yeah my very cold toast. Quickly get that butter on before something else happens. Small child asleep, older child happily playing with Lego. That’s when the loneliness sets in what I would do for a cuppa tea and an adult conversation, a change of scenery and some decent food. But no the washing machine has finshed time to hang that up, empty the bin and get the bottles on to sterilise. Reruns of peppa pig are getting tireing, I long for some adult tv.

What time is it again? Afternoon comes around time to take potty training older child to the toilet again, 10 min arguing weather he’s going to do a stand up wee or a sit down wee, flush the toilet, wash hands, drench the floor, time to mop the bathroom floor now. Baby’s awake and needs feeding, making the milk whilst emptying the Sterlister. Older child stomping crisps into the carpet whilst I feed baby knowing I can’t stop him. Baby fed, carpet hoovered. Time to chill but not before I decide what’s for tea and start cooking it. 4:30pm comes around and hubby walks in the door and I could cry. Adult company, conversation and help has finally arrived.

Tea cooked, eaten and now the dishes to wash. Bath time for both children, brush teeth and story for the older one, sit with him till he falls asleep, baby’s crying again dash downstairs get her fed then RELAX. 8:30pm off to bed to watch Netflix and drink tea ready to do it all again tomorrow.

And I wouldn’t change it for the world.

Z

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