On having one of those days
We’ve all had them haven’t we, one of those parenting days when if it’s not your children tag teaming you, its other things around them going wrong. I’m probably being unfair to Georgie, she’s just 6 months old so hasn’t yet learned to team up with her big sister yet, I’m sure that day will come though.
It’s Tuesday today and normally a day I have both girls at home. But it’s already been a slightly fraught start to the week, Galla was ill on Saturday so when we turned up to nursery school yesterday morning we were very politely turned away on account of it not being 48hrs since she last vomited. To be honest I completely didn’t think about that particular rule, just as well I’m a stay at home parent and didn’t have to call the boss to explain why I wouldn’t be in today.
Anyway two days of trying to entertain both girls, oh and despite Galla being fine since Saturday afternoon, she’s coming down with something much worse, moaningitus, key symptoms being acute whingeing and constant chants of “I want my mummy”. This was most of my morning.
At least today we have gymnastics to go to. We have an excellent facility near us (the Gymnastics factory) when I had to stop taking Galla to her Tuesday swimming lesson (as I had Georgie with me since the wife went back to work) they were an excellent alternative. Not only does Galla LOVE running around doing forward rolls, swinging on the bars etc, I can also take Georgie and either lie her in a playpen or take her around in the baby carrier.
Then of course on the way home I hear “I want to go to the park Daddy, before we get home”. As the house is on the way I suggest we stop there, park the car then get the buggy out for Georgie and walk to the park. We get to the park, of course Galla then has a No.2 accident in her pants (you can read about all our trials and tribulations with potty training here and here) so back home we go….
I sort Galla out, clean her up, fresh pants etc . Now Georgie starts crying, I change her, still crying, try the dummy, still crying. OMG I completely forgot her afternoon feed! I was too busy negotiating with Galla about the park to remember to actually feed my other daughter! Bless her, it’s a whole hour and a half after her normal feeding time. I hastily get the bottle ready, upside is that she actually finishes the bottle this time!
Both girls go in the playroom, Georgie laying on her play mat and Galla playing around her trying to remember what it was like when she was just a baby on the very same mat. I go into the kitchen to start preparing Galla’s dinner, cue her crying from the playroom. She’s vomited on the mat, fortunately not on Georgie. I soothe her, remove her soiled t-shirt, manage to get sick in her hair, have to take her to the bathroom to wash her hair.
Eventually order is restored, during dinner time Georgie suffers a poonami and I have to change all her clothes before then heading to the station with the girls to pick up Mummy from her train.
On reflection I’ve come to realise that the most noticeable trait my eldest daughter has inherited from me is actually my “can’t stand being ill so will let you all suffer with me” sigh, and here was I hoping it was just my good looks and wit.
Oh and of course the clock has been reset so another 48hrs of both girls being at home and requiring entertainment, now where was that board on Pinterest….