Can’t trust that day.
Any day which starts with a wet bed during a nappy change (come on, tell me I’m not the only slack parent that changes babies on a bed every now and then?), is followed up quickly by spilt cereal and then topped by spilt juice is not going to be a good day. It’s going to be the kind of day you never quite get a handle on, the kind of day that makes you wish for bedtime early. Say around 2.30.
But we have survived. There have been small achievements. Small appears to have grasped common denominators. Big learnt how to set up a microphone and webcam so she could chat with a home ed friend. Tigerboy fell asleep in the sleep bit of his Stokke bounce and sleep, so I managed a little bit of time on a real computer, answering emails and such like. I even wrote my Emma’s Diary blogpost before tea, which is unheard of.
And now, since Smallest managed to fall asleep around 6pm despite my best efforts, she’s now bouncing around all too energetically but bedtime is near. It was easier in a tent when we’d all been outside all day. Apart from the backache I slept better then than I had done in months. But I have survived.
Take that, Monday.
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