This morning started with a THUD.
Isabelle fell out of bed and hit the floor. It is funny how as a parent you actually wake up with the thud – you actually hear it! If you weren’t quite a wake the ensuing screaming would wake you and loosen your bowels.
I put Isabelle in bed with me, with the optimistic hope she would self sooth and we could sneak another 30 – 45 minutes of sleep.
In theory not a bad idea. In practice, Georgia woke up with the screaming and came through to assess the damage. Her way of assessing is talking incessantly and trying to hug Isabelle.
The talking made me cry, the hugging made Isabelle cry. I knew the morning was really going pear-shaped, when at one point I actually put my hand over Isabelle’s mouth so she could hear me say: “Okay, okay quiet, quiet, I will get you a milk bottle!”
I realise covering your child’s mouth sounds a bit high risk behaviour, but seriously I started to realise why Michael Jackson dangled his son over the balcony railing …… what ever Blanket did before that, I guarantee he never did it again!!
Isabelle stopped crying. Eventually.
I had to banish Georgia to her room as she was not going to stop talking. The result was I was standing make a hot milk bottle at about 06h15 this morning and drinking tea through bleary sleep encrusted eyes.
I will be honest and tell you I usually leave the morning routine to the lovely and talented Priveledge … but this morning not so much. Kids had dressed, eaten, and were ready to go and it wasn’t even 07h00 this morning.
The day was busy, and had the usual too much stuff crammed in to it.
I always like to push the envelope, you know exactly at the point when you are about to break, I like to add just that ounce more to see if truly I can go insane.
I took the kids out for dinner. By myself. Kennith is away. Me. Three kids. A table with cutlery and crockery. How did I know it was going wrong? At about the same time that Isabelle started taking her clothes off …. for no apparent reason in the middle of the restaurant …. I managed to stop her after shoes, socks and her belt had come off …. clearly I could see the direction this was going to go in.
End of day, sitting on Isabelle’s bed getting ready to read her a bed time story, Georgia is sitting on the bed with her 1/4 cup of hot chocolate – I fill it very shallowly because she is one of those kids who will mess/spill no matter what.
In an attempt to not disappoint and remain true to form, Georgia went on to spill her cup of now lukewarm chocolate all over the bed.
Isabelle will not touch something if it is wet. If she is wearing a shirt and wets a sleeve, even with a few drops of water when she brushes her teeth in the morning, she wants to change her shirt.
So you can imagine the joy when you pour 1/4 cup of hot chocolate over her bed … with her in it. Is it too late to start drinking wine?