Second didn’t get to sleep until 9pm, only chance to do some work so didn’t go to sleep until 11.
Second wakes up 5am up crying (it’s the same blood curdling scream that he’s always done.. repeating mum mum mummy mum mum mummy)
Given a drink paracetamol and banana Because he feels like he’s got a temp
Mum mum mummy continues..
First wakes at 6 wanting a drink and porridge
My eyeballs ache so peppy pig saves me for 30 minutes whilst I come around.
Go downstairs at 630 to make porridge
both shouting and slamming cupboards whilst I make it, one repeating mummy mummy mummy
I make a coffee whilst making porridge
Start drinking coffee whilst they eat porridge slamming spoons, blowing raspberries and singing.. the noise is overload for my senses.
Half way through my coffee first needs the toilet but is struggling with their trousers so up and help them, sit back down second has finished food so I clean him up - new outfit and nappy - then he does a poo, get up change nappy. First is crying to go outside.. waving a leaking beaker everywhere.
Finish nappy and beaker disaster.
Get everyone outside, second takes a shit in the plastic play house.
…. I still haven’t finished my fucking coffee and I’ve been up 3 hours tending to every single need. Now they’re both crying because I have, quite rightly, relayed how disgusting it is to shit in the garden.
At least whilst there’s whining and crying I am not hearing mummy mummy mummy..
it might make you feel better by thinking you have control because you’re so on top of everything.. but it’s not about planning,