*Takes a deep breath*

*in*

*out*

*in*

*out*

Calm…

Today was going so well till this evening. I’d got the kids to school on time (instead of our usual by the skin of the teeth thing). I’d been to work and done useful things, picked the kids up and then come home for the kids to change clothes and to let the dog out for a bit. We’d done a quick dash down to Marsfield to visit Great Grandma and made it back to Caitlin’s dance class on time thanks to an incredible run of green lights all the way along Pennant Hills Road (that NEVER happens). The kids had played together happily, we’d eaten dinner without me wanting to murder anyone and everyone was in their pj’s ready for bed.

I put the dog downstairs. I ask the kids to go to bed. I tuck Tom in. I tell the other two to go to bed. Caitlin lets the dog upstairs.

I ask Dave to let the cats in. I get distracted and I’m not watching Clara as the cats came in (she will sit on the lounge and let them come in undisturbed as long as she knows someone is watching her). Clara goes for Jack who makes a mad dash downstairs. All 3 kids yell at Clara.

Wait a minute, wasn’t Tom in bed already? Tom gets hysterical over being “disappointed at Clara’s behaviour” (apparently he doesn’t lose his vocabulary even when traumatised). I yell at the kids to stop yelling.

Clara gets told off but I can’t send her downstairs because that’s where Jack is. Caitlin goes to retrieve Jack. I tell Tom to go back to bed, he goes, sobbing quietly. David goes to his room. Caitlin discovers Sam downstairs also, we bring the cats upstairs and banish Clara downstairs.

Tom is still letting out the occasional sniff/sob. David announces that his bed is wet. One of the cats has pissed on it. I have NO IDEA how that happened, as far as I know the cats have been outside all day.

Tom gets up again, still snuffling, to refill his water bottle. I send Caitlin to her bed and tell David to strip his bed. I put Tom back to bed.

David’s mattress is wet. Of course.

So now David will be sleeping the night my bed (Adam is in Brisbane), there’s bedding strewn all over the bathroom, Tom has just fallen asleep and I can hear David and Caitlin talking to Clara downstairs in my bedroom.

And it’s only Monday.

6 Responses to “*Takes a deep breath*”

  1. Ariane says:

    That just sucks. Really, really sucks.

    Pets are so calming don’t you think?

  2. Mim says:

    That’s twice you’ve made me laugh today 😀

  3. Ingrid says:

    At least you only get the child in bed thing occaisonally. I have my little herzie coming in at approximately 3:00am every morning. And I´m sure that breastfeeding a long time is meant to be a good thing, but it has resulted in H. just putting her hand between my breasts like she did when feeding. Although at age 3 it isn´t comfortable any more. Anyway, i always say that red wine solves all problems…….. (except for the extra kilos but at least it helps you forget it a bit).

    Anyway, just a little rant. Also want to say that I actually read your profile instead of my quick little wonder, and I am so jealous you work in a book shop. Would be my dream if I could sit and read all day long and get paid for it. Would love ideas of what books are good to read. I have told my girls that when we go to Australia they can´t bring anything back as I am bringing back 60kg books….

  4. Adam says:

    Wow! you have all the fun while I’m away.

  5. Mel says:

    Ahhh, yes.. Breathe….

  6. yodaobi says:

    Adam made me laugh…

    Sometimes I really enjoy not having a pet.

    (Although I would LOVE a dog… I don’t have the time to give it)

    Tempted to go AWAL when Adam comes home?

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