Parenting lesson #45: keep your working spouse in the loop by bombarding them continually with panic-strewn text messages.
I’m getting pretty good at it, if I do say so myself.
HENRY FOR CHEFF’S SAKE, GO TO SLEEP.
I am writing this to you, so I don’t have to say it to him.
Supposed to be asleep.
Actually singing a self-penned song about tickling digger.
Story of Henry’s life.
Let us rename today Giant Sweetcorny Poos In The Bath day. A step forward though: he stood up in a corner and yelled for me because he didn’t want to stand in it. Considering its composition I’m glad he wasn’t trying to eat it…
￼Someone was jealous of Edward’s bath this morning. He got in with his nappy on. Urgh.
Brill! I’ll give you three guesses as to what I’m doing.
A clue: I am _____ surrounded by _______ while Henry ______.
The answers are ‘feeding’, ‘mess’, and ‘paints on the wall with Maybelline foundation’.
I think I might die of having two children.
By the way, I am watching a history documentary about succession. The next time we have marital relations I expect you to shout ‘Now I will do my work, for St George and England!’ As did Charles II.
We are both sick and covered in wee (Teddy’s), and he has decided he will only stop crying when he’s sat with me.
Meanwhile, Hen is singing Postman Pat and ‘cleaning’ where I can’t see him. Ominous.
We miss your face, in other words.
Ok, how toxic do you think your hair cream is, on a scale of one to ten?!
This is the greatest weighing session of all time. Put Teds on the scales and he wees everywhere. Unfortunately the scales are on a table and Hen is standing beside me, so he gets wee to the face. We scrabble to clear it up, Teds gets weighed…and then wees again. In Henry’s face, again. He looked so disgusted, I was in hysterics. I was the only one amused…
This will make me sound like a dweeb, but I can’t open the Calpol, and Teds is desperate. Pls could you and your man hands come home?
DO YOU KNOW HOW MANY CALORIES ARE IN MCDONALD’S?!
Nando’s is WeightWatchers in comparison.
‘Mummy, Eh-ward’s awake!’
‘Yeah, he’s awake because you spat on his head.’
Definitely trying to put a breast pad in. This boy needs man time in the worst way.
‘Mummy, I a pah-rit! Ha-haaargg!’
Antibacterial handwipe. Pirate hat. What’s the diff.
It has just occurred to me: do you think one day Edward will use these posts as evidence for his parental emancipation bid?
*makes mental note to burn the internet later*