Just like this
This was pretty much how I imagined motherhood would be. I won’t clue Tilly in on the full story just yet.
Author: McPikelets
Running with a side of Womanly Shame
A desperate search for a valid reason to have a child-free weekend, combined with some sort of downhill-slide-to-forty crisis saw me signing up for an out of town marathon. My lofty goals were downgraded to a half marathon after I hurt my leg, although I didn’t mind much as it gave me great pleasure to say I had a “sport related injury” as if I was someone who sports often enough to sustain a sporty injury. With my parents looking after the girls, my husband and I set off on what I’d started imagining as a weekend of drinking and eating with a 21km jog slotted in. I’d usually rather give birth again than endure a five hour car journey through winding scenery, but without kids it was pure JOY. We had uninterrupted conversations the whole way. No one whined. No one threw up. No Wiggles music was played. No one demanded snacks. Actually that last one isn’t true – I demanded we stop and get a Snickers bar, just so I could eat chocolate …
Eggsactly
“But I wanted a bomblet egg, not a bloiled egg!” Sorry for the mixup madam, I’ll remove the offending boiled egg from your bill, and will make an omelette next time.
Deception
Tilly: “I hid the hairbrush so you can’t brush my hair. Absoluuuutely don’t look under THAT cushion”. Amy: “I made you something at school for Mothers’ Day. But I’m not supposed to give it to you until Sunday, and I won’t tell you what it is, even if you ask me, cos it’s a surprise. OK IT’S FUDGE! I MADE YOU FUDGE! THERE’S ALSO A CARD!” My daughters need to work on their deception skills if they ever plan on sneaking out when they’re teenagers.
Today’s Toddler Trauma:
Kidney beans look a bit like Jellybeans, but don’t even remotely taste like Jellybeans. Now the world is a sad and terrible place.
Little Wonders
The lovely Miffy Welsh shared some of her early childhood education insights with me for Little Treasures Magazine earlier this year. I’m having to take a re-read of it myself after hitting a preschool-drop-off-wobbles hurdle this morning! Unsurprisingly, I often fall into the “hanging around talking to other parents” category, and must remember that drop off is about my daughter, not about me seizing an opportunity to talk with Other Actual Adults.
RoBeerBots
Olé! Proost! Cheers, bro. It’s a multicultural dress-up evening
Dora’s Dad
Long car trip home. The girls pleaded and pleaded we “put on some music by Dora The Explorer!” We don’t have any music by Dora The Explorer. And even if we did, I don’t think playing it would be good for the long term stability of our family. So we put on The Gipsy Kings and told them it’s music by Dora’s Dad.
At least it’s organic
“Mum, why do you eat salmon?” “Because I like it, and it’s good for you.” “Well, I think it’s disgusting.” *eats own booger*
Unicorns fix everything
My mother-in-law went into town to get a humidifier to help the girls’ coughs. She forgot the humidifier, and came home with Frozen tracksuits and a giant unicorn instead. Either way, they seem remarkably better.
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