What's today's minor drama in your house? DD opened a new pack of days of the week socks ...

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and there were TWO MONDAYS. Oh the drama and outrage.

I like the minor upsets, it takes my mind off the bigger things (like DS being suspended from school for the fourth time this term).

We were missing a Wednesday, just in case you were wondering. I suggested that she should just stay in bed and not wear socks on Wednesdays.

Two Mondays make a pair right..?

I would rather two pairs of Monday than two of Tuesday. It would be nice to feel put together if you forget to do a wash on a Sunday.

LOL oh the outrage, I'd rather 2 sundays in my week.

A small niffler soft toy was GONE actually NOT IN HER BED, full on tears and snot melt down from 11 year old dd, ADAMENT niffler was not taken anywhere last seen being cuddled in bed and now its LOST.

Ive actually got good at parenting, so stripped the bed, mentioned the floordrobe should be looked at, and casually mentioned whether she trailled in onto the sofa with her duvet.

Niffler safely discovered under the sofa 20 mins of wailing* later.

• shes not like this typically

Four year old picking up 8 years old scissors to make her aunty a card for her birthday was the forst and currently who made which bit of mess and who is getting up the smallest piece of paper. Four year old is just about to beat up 8 year old 😼

I dared to put DS in his grey school socks because it was* odd socks day.

*last Monday 12 November.

Ds2 wasn't allowed to go to school with his tshirt on backwards.

I needed to take wellies to work to walk home across a muddy shortcut. Put them in beautiful, intricate raffia bag a friend made. They were plastered in dog shit.

DS2 (3) can’t play mine craft with DS1 (9) because he’s ... well, 3!
Oh the wailing 🤦🏻‍♀️

I left a note for her dad before I left home but not for her. Shock, horror, heartbreak and snot. She's 7 [eyeroll]

My 2 year old child had a full on (legs kicking and wailing) strop this morning because we didn’t have any brioche in the fridge. She is exemplifying first world problems quite well.

Dd couldn't find her school shoes this morning. She came home in them yesterday and took them off in the hall but they are nowhere round the shoe rack. DP kept helpfully pointing out some too-small shoes which was very annoying when I was telling the wretched child to stick boots on and get out the door.

Luckily she is at primary where the staff view is "is child dressed for the weather? Could they be in something approximating uniform soon? If not, raid lost property", rather than the type of secondary which would sentence her to isolation.

French homework. 14yo dd2 is in tears, hates french and. I quote "isn't fucking doing it ".

In her defence, she gets shocking pmt, and it's that time again.

Got up to stinking pile of runny dog poo on kitchen floor (first time ever!) so I assume DDog was unwell?
Went to collect eggs and clean out chicken coop and managed to drop and break an egg onto kitchen work surface and down the cupboard door as it slipped out of my fingers.
Then I was cleaning out the chicken coop removable floor with the hose, managed to back splash liquid chicken poo onto my face. Lurverly.
Took DDog for walk an hour later and nearby farm dog tried to attack so got covered in mud trying to keep my large DDog and farm dog apart.

Upside, I had a quick shower, nipped into town, did a brief shop then stopped off for lovely treat coffee at local indy cafe. I also partook of a large and extremely calorific millionaires shortbread which felt supremely decadent. I bloody deserved it!

If ever someone deserved millionaire's shortbread it's you Kool4katz. That's a lot of poo, mud and more poo.

DD, 4, had s full on meltdown because I couldn't make her hair long line Rapunzel's I usually do a plat for her when she's dressed up as Elsa and she just assumed that I could do her hair like Rapunzel's too!

Ds2 managed to ride through dog poo on his scooter today except he put his foot in it too. So I was standing outside the front washing shoe and scooter. It was all in the treads bloody disgusting.

I crocheted the cat a nice blanket then she refused to sleep on it.

I took the tube of bepanthem off the baby for 10 seconds so I could get his pyjamas over his arms - cue MELTDOWN.

We put ds to bed....

DD3 got cross because DD2 had a friend over and they wanted to play Pokemon. I then was a cruel enough mother to suggest that they didn't have to play with her, that rudeness would get her sent to bed early and wouldn't she come and do some colouring/play with her other sister/watch TV.

DS has the cough from Hell. He's being very stoic about it to try and make me forget that I've threatened an early night but he's very short tempered. DH is recovering from a particularly debilitating strain of man flu and is also somewhat lacking on the patience front. A misunderstanding about whose barbers appointment was at 7pm has resulted in utter carnage.
I'm hiding in the kitchen while DH glowers silently at the tv in the sitting room and DS mutters loudly in his bedroom.
I haven't plucked up the courage to tell them that the appointment is 6 pm

The remote control for the TV is missing.

DD4 has grazed both knees and couldn't walk upstairs to bed. I quote 'I just can't do it mummy, I can't walk, I need a walking stick'

Despite having been prancing round the living room showing off her ballet moves some 15 minutes earlier

DD1 didn't want to walk to nursery today. "I DON'T WANT TOOOOOO" all the way there.

DT1 normally gets all his toys etc nicked off him by DT2. She has quite fluffy, luxuriant hair. Today for the first time ever, he reached over and grabbed a massive handful and yanked.

Her face.....!