Is it bedtime yet? Made the catastrophic error of taking the 'it's a one off and won't do any harm approach' at a toddler group Hallowe'en party this morning and let Ff consume an unspeakable amount of sugar. It'll be fine, thought I. She'll run around with the others and then sleep it off after lunch. It is entirely my fault - peer pressure (I didn't want to be the snobby mum who says no) and an unshakeable belief in routine saving the day (as it's never failed me before today) - but Jesus, what an afternoon.
My particular high point was her running from the kitchen chasing the dogs, crashing two pan lids like cymbals and barking at them. She is currently (having been awake since 7 this morning) using the coffee table to climb onto the arm of the sofa, them dive head first across the sofa. Boydog is trying to sleep on said sofa, but keeps getting bounced on.
Girldog has now learned to jump the five foot fence in the garden, so can't go outside unsupervised, so I've lost my option of just putting the dogs outside when having the three of them clattering round our (little) house gets too mental.
I know in the grand scheme of it I have it easy, but I am GAGGING for a cold glass of white wine.
Sorry, rant over. As you were.