I woke up this morning and thought “Last day of term… I’ll do the grocery shopping and then maybe take Toby out for lunch before a blitz clean and the kids come rolling home.” Then I moved and realised my plans were a bit ambitious. My eyes were puffy, my throat felt all clogged and when I sat up it was like my nose turned on a tap. And it wasn’t a polite little drip… drip… drip either. Oh, no, it was on full blast. By the time I’d thrown some clothes on and walked about eight steps from my bedroom I knew it was going to end badly and messily. Fortunately I was right outside the toilet and I have good aim.
My next thought was I’d do breakfasts and lunchboxes and once the big two were out the door I could lie down and whimper in peace. I forgot to take into account the fact that I have a very rambunctious three year old and me lying down is simply an invitation for him to jump on me. A lot. While screeching. Loudly.
I gave it up as a bad job and we went and got the groceries – including holiday treats which have to be hidden so the eight year old doesn’t find them and polish them off in one go! – and came home to have lunch and try this resting gig again. It didn’t happen. Even lying on the couch with a blanket over me and ABC Kids on to entertain him didn’t help… he kept stripping the blanket off me and laughing at my reaction. He definitely needs to work on his bedside manner!
So, the eight year old has just rolled in and they’ve both been presented with a plate of snacks (the oldest is being dropped off at dancing, she’ll be home at dinnertime) and I think I’m going to try again. Surely the food will hold them for at least ten minutes? Wish me luck!
PS On the bright side, it looks like a fairly temporary thing and not the dreaded “G” that I dare not even utter… and it’s now, not next week. Next week I have fun stuff planned that I don’t want to miss!!!