08:45 – daddy leaves for work.
09:10:
I cannot find the crayon remains!!!
This does not bode well.
10:12:
Every time I try to pick her up to put her in the cot, her eyes fly instantly open and she screeches.
11:58:
Children claim to be hungry.
#1 Son ate better than the Tiny Tyrant 😱😱😱!
14:00 – the Tiny Tyrant passes out on me again.
15:00 – she wakes and is inconsolable.
16:00:
I cave and give her a banana but now she wants a second.
17:30: I manage to feed both children:
17:45(ish): Daddy gets home and hands me a glass of wine.
First day as SAHM achieved.
The children are alive. I am still sane, and I even managed some halfway decent domestic goddess-ing.
All in all, I’m quite chuffed really.
(Although I still haven’t found the black crayon from earlier)
You’ll find the remains of the black crayon in her nappy in a day or two!
I suspect you might be right. There was a blue nappy incident on the plane now I think about it….
We all know about blue blood, but blue pooh????
Looks like mom can survive the kids and dad knows how to support mom. An auspicious start!
He knows how to look after me – I’ve always worked so this is a new step for me!