To start the day, I had what felt like a drunken meeting thing at the school W will be attending. Sitting trying not to sway with tiredness, being gripped with irrational fear when the teacher starts selecting parents & looking for volunteers to do stuff. "Pleasedon'tpickme pleasedon'tpickme pleasedon'tpickme" was pretty much my inner monologue the whole bloody time. Trying desperately not to collapse from exhaustion on the way home. Proper rough.
I think kids can sense when you're tired. Just something inside them goes "She's tired, let's drive her insane." I genuinely lost count of the number of times the children said my name today. Over & over, taking turns, one after the other. Bizarre requests, repeating questions, being unable to articulate what they want (darling O). Then the storm began...
So E & Mum are going to see One Direction. She's 11 & at "that" stage. Everyone hates her, she hates everyone, make-up, hair, hormones, the lot. So I expected a bit of friction throughout the morning with the two of them getting ready. But holy hell, I wasn't prepared for this. Tears, tantrums, SCREAMING, juice spilling all over her just 10 minutes before they're due to leave. Why do we get ourselves into these situations?
Thankfully, the evening panned out quite satisfactory. Taking the boys out into the garden, playing, trampolining, swinging & just being outside. In fact, O had so much fun, he decided to make up a new game. Now, I hate static shocks, like, really hate them. So O decides it's a good idea to start rolling around the trampoline until his hair is standing on end, menacingly creeping up to me with this crazy look in his eye, to poke me & give me a shock. Which by the way, sometimes actually hurts!! The sheer glee I witnessed however, made the shocks worthwhile. I think there's a certain type of kid that is only happy outdoors. I have to say that's my O. I've never met a kid that can be such a terror indoors then turn into this angelic happy sweet child when he crosses the threshhold & out into the world outside. It's insane. Then bath/bedtime, the very moment I ranted & raved about was glorious. Had a bath together, O & I, bubbles, splashing, playing in the water. Then he brushed his teeth. Then got dressed. Then cuddled up & nursed to sleep. Maybe I should complain online about stuff more often...
The silence afterward, however, was a little unnerving. For a house that's always so full of action & sound, I wasn't prepared for the quietness that followed me getting little O to sleep. I came downstairs & looked out the front window to the happiest sight. My 22 year old brother out playing football across the park with W & C & a few of their friends. Having a pretty rocky history in the past together, if you had told me I would be witnessing this sight 3 years ago, I'd tell you that you were on drugs & to seek serious medical advice. Then W comes in, goes upstairs to wait on me going to play Lego Batman with him but then gets himself into bed & is sleeping by the time I get upstairs. Thankfully I still managed to get my cuddle when he roused as I took his glasses off. Surprisingly, after waking to what felt like the worst day ever, I honestly think I'll be going to bed happy with a smile on my face.
So now, it's a waiting game. Just waiting on E & Mum getting back so I can head to my own bed. Although, God only knows the state they're going to come home in. Hopefully, they'll have stopped screaming by the time they get in. Then I can *FINALLY* rest my head & (hopefully) get some semblance of sleep. All the while looking forward to tomorrows enrollment meeting with Os nursery. God help them...
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