It took me half an hour to assemble the double pushchair – while stopping Hen from jollying off down the road and running up and down the stairs to check on Edward (seriously, how is this done?). And the health visitor stayed for an hour, and Henry took his nap in the pushchair, which meant no catching up on sleep deprivation today. But we are all alive, so FIST BUMPS TO YOU, Monday.
Poor Timothy generally gets a running commentary. It’s not like he has a ton of work, or anything.
10.05am – positive thinking.
We are all fed, clean and dressed by 10am – I am counting this as a win.
10.55am – slightly unnerved.
Also, Henry just tried to…suckle. I was wondering how long that would take. Um.
2.37pm – hot and bothered.
Both asleep. YES.
3.18pm – calling down powers of heaven.
H is praying over his ice lolly. Unprompted.
4.10pm – frayed round the edges.
Hen would like to know why Teddy is ‘seepin inna bag’. BECAUSE IT WORKS, THAT’S WHY.
5.01pm – crash and burn.
We were doing so well until H just broke my favourite pottery bowl. Actual tears.
Tuesday, you are cordially invited to bring it on.