It’s day 18 of what can only be described as a hostage situation…. Also known as “school holidays”.
Day 1: This is wonderful! Almost a whole month with my two kids under 3.
Day 2: Ok so the house has been destroyed by mini versions of myself but it’s ok, I’ll do a clean up twice a day.
Day 3: TV time rules are now out the window.
Day 4: Give out a few Christmas gifts early in exchange for 5 minutes of silence.
Day 5: What the hell is that smell? Oh wait, that’s me….
Day 6: What day is it? Can I have a nap please.
Day 7: Check in with fellow moms, I am not alone, everyone’s over the holidays now….
Day 8: I now understand why my mom used to send me to my aunts for school holidays.
Day 9: Christmas Eve, try to go for a last minute shop before Christmas Day…. Buy each kiddo another toy to avoid shop meltdown.
Day 10: Christmas Day, granny exhausted kids, Granny for the win!
Day 11: Toys EVERYWHERE
Day 12: Cake for breakfast?
Day 13: I’ve forgotten what it’s like to go to the toilet alone.
Day 14: Again, what is that smell, again it’s me. When last did I wash my hair?
Day 15: Spent half the day doing a big clean, undone in seconds by 2 tiny tornados.
Day 16: What day, month, year is it now?
Day 17: who has this much energy at 5am? Toddlers apparently.
Day 18: Screw it, let’s watch Despicable Me and the Minions movies on repeat in bed.
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