Today is one of those ‘falling through parenting day’s. I call them this because it literally feels like no matter how organised you try to be or how nicely you ask, you are just not going to get the playgroup that starts at 9:30. Ha! Even if it was PM I think we would struggle to be on time!
Today is pretty much stuck in a crappy cycle of this:
Me: “Noah can you stop standing on your sisters dress please”.
Noah: Blank look, stands on her foot.
Me: “Noah come on let’s not hurt Winnie”
Noah: Apparently has no ears so doesn’t hear words (unless it sounds like chocolate or sweets).
Me: “OK last chance, move away”
And this has pretty much been the conversation for everything today.
So far his rein of destruction today has resulted in:
- Ripped apart 4 make up sponges.
- Soaked a roll of toilet roll in the sink.
- Eating half a jar of Nutella without a spoon.
- Noah drinking orange squash without water because he got it out before I was even down the stairs.
- Destroyed the living room, one cushion at a time.
So after planning to go to a playgroup this morning with a very optimistic attitude, I realised I have a very unrealistic view of what is possible with a 3 year old boy and a baby girl that just wants to cuddle and kiss everyone. It has ended in being a shouty mummy, Noah going to his room 3 times for a ‘calm down’ and a drive to attempt to get him to sleep, aswell as letting Winnie have a nap.
An hour later he got annoyed at every song I put on and shouted that I was going the wrong way (I don’t even know where I’m going shut up!!). So we have now got McDonalds, so I can have a coffee and he has a minion with a banana launcher, of course he gives no shits about the food it came with!
Jesus, the day has ended up and it’s not even 1 o’clock, roll on bedtime.
Written By The Spilt Milk