08:45 – daddy leaves for work.
I cannot find the crayon remains!!!
Every time I try to pick her up to put her in the cot, her eyes fly instantly open and she screeches.
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.
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)