no day like hump day
This week looks likely to be a washout. I'm simultaneously buzzed (from too much ventolin), sleepy (from night wakings), cranky (from too much kid-angst), and bored (from too much staying at home). I know the kids have improved because their temperatures are down and The Bun started singing again at home today, but at the same time they are really getting on each other's nerves. The Bun will run to me complaining that Bao 'touched my pillow', and inevitably Bao will appear minutes later saying her brother 'pushed me here'. I was going to take them out for a mid-afternoon walk to nowhere (as long as it was OUT) and then it began snowing heavily. Bah.
Over the last forty-eight hours I have
~ cleaned up puke four times
~ wiped up runny, explosive poop twice
~ washed Bao's bedsheets a couple of times
~ shouted at the children 675 times
~ contemplated vacuuming the apartment five times (not to the extent of taking the vacuum cleaner out, though)
~ made a batch of brownies and a batch of savoury cheese biscuits (comfort food, people. comfort food)
~ changed out of my pyjamas once
~ seen J awake for about forty minutes
~ made a batch of playdough for the kids
~ cleaned up 576854967 million stray bits of playdough crumbs after the kids were done with it
~ 'coloured' with Bao 73 times (this involves me colouring and her pointing imperiously to the empty parts of the paper)
~ resolved to look into summer camp programmes for the kids 22 times
For dinner tonight we're eating pasta with jarred tomato sauce and frozen, pre-cooked meatballs. Sorry kids, the kitchen's closing, Mummy's counting the minutes to bedtime and wishing she could swig some wine. (She can't. Damn drugs.)
Tomorrow, thank goodness, The Bun will be off to school again. It's also World Book Day so he's going to be dressed as a dinosaur, even though he keeps insisting that blue dinosaurs never existed (the outfit is blue). I have no energy to make him a more original costume like last year's, so a dinosaur it will have to be.
Over the last forty-eight hours I have
~ cleaned up puke four times
~ wiped up runny, explosive poop twice
~ washed Bao's bedsheets a couple of times
~ shouted at the children 675 times
~ contemplated vacuuming the apartment five times (not to the extent of taking the vacuum cleaner out, though)
~ made a batch of brownies and a batch of savoury cheese biscuits (comfort food, people. comfort food)
~ changed out of my pyjamas once
~ seen J awake for about forty minutes
~ made a batch of playdough for the kids
~ cleaned up 576854967 million stray bits of playdough crumbs after the kids were done with it
~ 'coloured' with Bao 73 times (this involves me colouring and her pointing imperiously to the empty parts of the paper)
~ resolved to look into summer camp programmes for the kids 22 times
For dinner tonight we're eating pasta with jarred tomato sauce and frozen, pre-cooked meatballs. Sorry kids, the kitchen's closing, Mummy's counting the minutes to bedtime and wishing she could swig some wine. (She can't. Damn drugs.)
Tomorrow, thank goodness, The Bun will be off to school again. It's also World Book Day so he's going to be dressed as a dinosaur, even though he keeps insisting that blue dinosaurs never existed (the outfit is blue). I have no energy to make him a more original costume like last year's, so a dinosaur it will have to be.