Parenting 2 children under 5, working part time, as well as running a cheerleading academy and keeping the dog alive has its challenges, especially when one is on their own. This week I have cussed silently under my breath on more occasions than I can count, considered changing my name from momma, mummy, muuuuuuuum and all the above by deed poll, sat silently rocking on the landing wrapped up in a Good Dinosaur duvet but alas, I’ve made it another week!
One more home game next Saturday followed by semi-final play offs and I have my husband back for a few weeks! I am excited.
I sometimes think my children secretly hate me and are conspiring to cause me a break down with the help of the dog. Nancy has turned in to danger baby, any dangerous activity; she gravitates towards it quicker than a fly around freshly dropped shit. Her current favourite is climbing. Followed by gripping on by her baby finger, with just a random noise to make you panic she may be up to something she shouldn’t. She’s also started answering back, in a fashion. All this is cheered on by her non-idyllic role model big brother!
These offspring’s of mine don’t go without. They’re quite fortunate, have toys to play with and a flaming playroom for the good Lords sake. But everything has to be dragged in to the sitting room. And when I say everything, I mean things that either take up the whole room, like a play tent (trying watching TV from behind that!), making a cushion mountain with the scatter back cushions off the sofa or playing with the dog lead. Yes, hours of fun comes from the extractable dog lead. I put in hard to reach places or hide it but the boy ALWAYS finds it. For those of you who didn’t know, it also makes an excellent zip line for Power Rangers, Avengers and Fireman (thank you Fisher Price Imaginext) All you have to do is attach one part to the window handle and the other the fire place grate. Super fun for Olly whilst being a death trap for everyone else in the house.
Today is bank holiday Monday and it’s peeing it down where we are. So far today I have had a cheerleading rehearsal followed by a quick visit to my sisters then an afternoon at home. Olly is an outdoor boy so this weather causes him to go stir crazy. With the boredom comes mischief, you can hear his brain churning as he’s thinking what he can do.
Whilst Nancy had an unheard of power nap on the sofa, the bear and I sat and did his handwriting practice for school. Those bloody S’s just don’t want to go the right way!! He then proceeded to colour in the work sheet. Once the madam had woken she was ready for a late lunch, leaving the boy in the lounge colouring and watching his programmes, all seemed to be as it should in a normal household. Except my household ISN’T a normal household.
15 minutes of being in the kitchen and in comes Olly. There will be only 2 reasons for this visit; hunger or something has happened that was absolutely in no way at all his fault.
On this occasion it was the latter.
“Mummy that green seat that’s Nancy’s has popped” – green beanbag chair. Yes, the same as a bean bag. Yes, those really annoying, supper static little white balls. “But don’t worry, there’s only a few on the floor, and a few on the sofa, oh and a few on the window sill”
As I make my way in to the sitting room with Nancy in arms there is what can only be described as 568983746 billion white static balls all over the floor, sofa and window sill. FML.
As if he is reading my mind or more so my facial expressions “I was just using it to wipe out my dinosaurs”
Happy Bank Holiday everyone. If anyone is looking for me, I’ll be sat on my landing, wrapped in a Good Dinosaur duvet rocking back and forth!
‘Til next time xoxo
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