Currently 5 months with number 4, spending a large amount of my free time (of which there isn't much due to the 2 week easter hols!) ruthlessly decluttering and cleaning, a whole house deep clean is overdue plus I've always been an early and extreme nester!
Husband begrudgingly took the older 2 out to an event today as I didn't fancy watching 3 under 8 amongst huge crowds on a hot day and being the desi driver while he got pissed and chatted to his mates. I could see myself standing in the queue for the 12th trip to ladies bathroom with kids extra hyper full of Easter morning's chocolate fuel. Between recently potty trained toddler and my lazy ass never doing pelvic floor exercises, outings are just a tour or public toilets these days... I digress. Despite worrying about his competence to chat and mind children simultaneously, I waved them off.
Four hours later I was sent a photo of my kids cuddling a 5ft nasty looking stuffed teddy bear. To which I replied 'that fcker better not be coming home, I'll set it on fire'.
Bearing in mind (no pun intended) he knows I just did a huge toy cull and we are already room-sharing for the foreseeable to fit the actual living breathing human beings into our house... what the frig was he thinking?
I realise its JUST a giant teddy but I instantly wanted to cry when it came through the front door in DD1s hands while DS1 proudly showed off his tube of slime (also giant, also not allowed in house following ruined sofa/carpet/clothing incidents, live and learn). I didn't cry, I wanted to, but my nature won't let me so I silently rage cleaned bathrooms and toilets... really punished myself 😅 until 1am.
Do I talk to children about the value of space and plead to donate teddy before any attachment can be made, or let the motherfudger hang around for 4 months first. I want to offload to the first charity shop that opens in the morning, but also feel like a w-anchor for being cruel when the kids were thrilled with the demonic thing.
Also irritated that DH spent so much money on winning it when I'm wearing tights with holes in the big toes to save money... grr.
I think I'm just wound up and need to vent but really, 5ft of totally pointless fire hazard, which I will have to drag back up the stairs every day in attempt to hide the thing?
Feeling overwhelmed with housework and to-dos and being told 'dont do so much' but getting no offer whatsoever of help in order for me to do less... and DH keeps suggesting we have people over, i want to hibernate...argh! Maybe the teddy is symbolic of a bigger problem 😂 therapise me.
If you stuck with me through all that, well done. I'll read it back in the morning and want to turn back time and delete, I'm sure. Dont think 6.30pm coffee helped, accidentally picked the caffeine.