Monday. A new week. It didn’t start auspiciously what with an accident in the bed overnight from #1 Son (a thankfully rare occurrence these days, and only an issue because there are no waterproof sheets on the beds here).
He then needed a bath, which caused massive tantrums from the Tiny Tyrant because I wouldn’t let her share it too.
So I lost my cool before 08:30.
So the hus-creature insisted that I book a nail appointment for Saturday so I can have a little “me time”. I felt a bit guilty (sorry Natalie!) but now I’m looking forward to it.
He’s also trying to arrange a sitter so that we can have a date night.
He is a good egg 💗💗💗💗💗💗
#1 Son has done maths today and colouring in made it fun. We aren’t getting remotely as much done as I’d planned and hoped, but I’ve decided to play the long game, and “Slow and Steady” will pay off, since kindergarten seems to be the same as Reception in terms of what the children learn, so just keeping his hand in should be enough. Starting a new school with the diagnosis should help too. Come on insurance as we really need to finish that up.
TT has taken being like her brother to new levels and refuses to carry on eating once he’s done, so I’m balancing that one out now and it’s tricky. Still, she ate a reasonable amount today and he ate everything so I’m counting that as a win.
Afternoon has, so far, gone well. Kids are playing nicely together and are now watching Cars. Which, while not my favourite film, is something that they apparently both enjoy.
I have also discovered what happens when one of my beloved offspring manages to sneak a yellow wax crayon into the tumble dryer and I don’t notice.
And it was a large load.
I have been doing my own washing for nearly 20 years and this is the worst I’ve ever managed.
They are now back in the washer in the vain hope that a few extra hot cycles may shift it as they are washable crayons.
Daddy came home a little early so that I could attempt to buy a pair of date night shoes.
I unfortunately have very weird feet with dropped arches and one larger than the other and as a result I really struggle with shoes. And I can’t wear stilettos.
TT had fun at least as she loves all things shoe, and appears to have decent taste:
I pray she doesn’t inherit my feet.
I have wine and knitting. Both of these things are good.
Addendum: The washing is now on its third re-wash and at least some of the yellow has already washed out…