Sorry if the title got a certain song in your head…actually you know why? #sorrynotsorry it’s a great song.
It’s just after 9am and I have a headache. I am so not in the parenting mood today.
Toby (middlelittle) and Marky (biggestlittle) are making me question why I wanted children in the first place. I could be on holidays in Hawaii!
Mark has discovered that talking back to, and parroting his parents is super duper fun! He is wrong. It is infuriating and frustrating.
Toby is in the mood to throw himself about chucking a tantrum, threatening us with a hospital trip for a concussion every time he does it. We call it ‘Chucking a Hannah’ after his Aunty, who is famous in our family for her whopper tanties as a child.
I was going to put them up on Gumtree, but apparently it’s illegal to sell your children. I wasn’t going to sell them, I was giving them away for free, hell I’d even chuck in a hairtie, two matching socks (a rare commodity in this house), and some leftovers from last nights dinner to sweeten the deal!
It’s the last day of holidays for hubby. Back to work tomorrow, back to normal life. Life after Christmas, where the bells have stopped jingling, the ham has been eaten, and the presents have missing pieces.
Back to stay at home mum status, and childcare drop offs. Back to feeling stressed about money, and back to marital bickering because we’re both tired, and constant apologies because we both know why we do it. Back to smaller portions, and healthier choices.
I miss the holidays already and they haven’t technically ended yet!
I am looking forward to having my study day back though. It has been so hard to stay on top of my Uni work with the little terrors providing me with study backing tracks titled ‘Muuuum I’m hungry’, ‘He hit me’, and ‘I pooped’.
Kids are great…
Daniel (smallest little) is fast asleep, so I really can’t complain there.
The bigger two, however, are currently sitting in their beanbag eating cheese, which equals about 2 minutes of silence.
The end is nigh.
We need more cheese.