4 pm: I start preparing dinner whilst 4yo dd loses it over something ridiculously small (too much talking on the radio
). Quickly passes through a predictable cycle of utter screaming rage (which I ignore), then sadness, then very contrite and dramatic requests for a snotty hug (I wash the raw chicken off my hands and oblige).
4:30: I give dd a croissant and she's all sunshine and light. We chat for a bit then I get dinner in the oven for 5pm.
5pm: alternate between playdough with dd, job applications and occasionally poking/seasoning dinner.
6pm: dh home. Check on dinner, but it is taking longer than expected so dh plays with dd whilst I empty dishwasher, tidy up etc.
6:30pm: We eat together.
7pm: DD runs around like a mad thing as she is definitely not tired. Normally dh does bedtime, but today I do.
7:15pm: Take dd upstairs. She says she needs a poo. The toilet is her favourite place to have long chats. The strict topic of discussion is villains in Disney Princess films. Malificient is compared to the crab in Moana etc. Neither of us know the name of the witch/queen in Snow White. DD has some suggestions.
7:30pm: dd finishes on the loo. We brush teeth and head for bed.
7:45: still reading stories. She is about to drop off at any moment
8:00: Still reading stories. dd so sleepy and about to drop off at any moment.
8:30: Still reading stories.
etc.
9:30: dh wakes me up. I feel very groggy and take a while to summon the motivation to head downstairs.
9:45. Downstairs. Make peppermint tea. Sit down at the computer to send Very Important Email.
10:00 dh heads to bed. I am V. tired and should follow him immediately. I quickly check facebook and mumsnet first (big mistake).
11:15: Start typing out long response to thread. Why?
11:30: Bed.