I have two 18m olds, a four year old and a six year old.
A breastfeed at six am, with the hope of another hours sleep.
Kick husband awake at half six as both children are awake and annoyed at being in a cot. Husband takes children downstairs and is supposed to feed them some bananas, one eats one weetabix and purée because she will accept being fed. The other wont countenance someone putting a spoon in his mouth so may feed himself Cheerios and yoghurt, or may throw it on the floor.
I will then appear with the older ones, drink as much coffee as I can without getting heart palpitations and then try him with toast, croissant, yoghurt, mushroom pate....anything I can lay my hands on really.
Give up and accept breakfast isn’t for everyone.
Clean all the aforementioned food off the floor. Eat quite a lot of it. I am very fat at the moment.
Tidy, homeschool, try to ignore the 18month olds in favour of teams calls and homework and entertaining elder children. Keep the noise down to a dull roar so husband can work.
Chuck toast, shortbread and apples at children throughout morning.
Lunch - mostly egg or cheese based. Toasted cheese, dippy egg, pancakes, omelet....variations on this theme. Minimal washing up is the key.
Everyone has to eat fruit. Fruit is fucking expensive.
Yogurt.
Nap - one 18 month old will nap for 2hrs, one will manage 30mins. No telling who will do what.
Clean up mess and sort argument out that took place while putting children down for a nap. House is starting to look like a bomb site.
Afternoon teams classes attended with grumpy child who has not napped for long enough.
Everyone finally out for a walk. All good intentions have gone. We eat crisps and biscuits and chocolate, elder two have diluting juice, younger ones on milk or water.
Dinner is home cooked, masses of veggies which the older two have to be bribed to eat with masses of tomato ketchup (I get the last laugh though because I buy the low sugar version and they haven’t noticed). Younger two launch all veggies not hidden at the wall.
Bath at 1930, book, brush teeth, bed.
It’s half nine and I still have loads to do before tomorrow or it won’t go well.