Here's my epic parenting fail of the week. For context, DS is in preschool five mornings a week and is pretty bushed by Friday - today's walk home he was in tears the whole way, repeating over and over that he wanted a cuddle (by which he means carry all forty pounds of him as well as T in the sling, so that's not happening). T has had increasingly green and mucous poo all week, health visitor had a look at baby clinic and thinks she just has a virus as she's otherwise well and happy. I'm inclined to agree. Today she blew out two nappies already (just the bamboo part, the wraps kept her clothes safe thank goodness). Still with me?
Ok, so three o'clock rolls around, DS napped through his quiet time and T's asleep on my lap after feeding. I figure what the hell, let's have a treat and walk over to the supermarket cafe for chips. Decent walk there, T sleeps in the sling all the way. Order chips, sit down to wait. Literally as the chips are walking our way, T wakes up, squirms, and has an enormous poo. It leaks. The sling, my trousers, my shirt, everything's been hit. The server kindly takes the chips back to stay hot while I drag DS to the baby change room. Queue bathroom freak out from DS, who has a major phobia of those fucking Dyson hand dryers that sound like military jet afterburners. Change T, who screams through it all, wipe myself down as best I can, DS howling through it all. Return to table, chips arrive, DS now so worked up he can't eat. He clings to me sobbing while T screams and refuses to feed (probably because I smell of poo!). After a couple of minutes trying to convince him to eat, I just had to say fuck it, we're going home. Shit stained sling back on, screaming baby in, sobbing preschooler jacket on, march out head held high.
Dragged poor DS home, plunked him in front of cbeebies with reheated leftovers for tea and he's magically happy again. T changed into another sleepsuit as the spare one got poo transferred from my shirt. Strip myself and into pj's. Sling and everything into wash. T has now nursed herself back to sleep the poor little mite.
I told DH we're having takeaway tonight.