To say this week has been challenging would be an understatement.
I’ve not had a great week. It started off ok. Monday wasn’t bad, Monday night wasn’t great but it was ok.
Tuesday morning, well let’s just say the girls woke up on the wrong side of the bed and were both arguing and screaming at each other before 6:30am. By 7 both had cried multiple times. But all was not lost! I had all 3 children dressed and eating breakfast by 7:15. I made protein brownies and had everything ready to go to school. What went wrong after that I don’t know 🤷🏼♀️ but it all went tits up with arguments from all 3, mess everywhere, shouting, screaming and a very quick walk to school and we strolled through the gates at 9am (they go in at 8:45).
Amy’s now losing her sh!t going into clwb because she’s tired and grumpy. I leave her shouting bye bye Amy I love you, have fun. As she’s literally snorting she’s crying that hard. But I repeat it’s for her own good, she loves it when she’s there.
I got home and decided I’m going to do an hour on the bike and get some work done at the same time. Smashed it! I did 75 mins on the bike saved my work, then I carried on sitting there working until I had to run out the door to go get Amy.
This is where I could finish and say she had a lovely time and was in a happy mood but I would be lying. She had a good time but she was most certainly NOT in a good mood. Nope she was in the worst mood known to man!
Terrible twos, over tired, over stimulated, doesn’t know what’s going on so I’m going to scream like a banshee kind of mood. I managed to get my dear crotch goblin to sleep 🥳 yay peace! She will wake up feeling great, my sweet smiling princess will be back 🎉 so now mummy can get on with her work she left open before she went out.
Oh no, oh no, no, no, no, the sleep only gave it more energy, more power to take mummy down!!
The school run was ok. Not the best but the big kids had a good day. Then we got home 😬 and Amy unleashed her wrath on them both! It was a constant sea of calls for me. I also discovered all that work I did…all 4.5/5 hours worth was gone, vanished out of existence, so my mood has gone from tired mummy, to stressed tired mummy, to absolutely devastated, stressed tired mummy, to mummy doesn’t want to carry on she wants to quit everything and move to an island and change her name.
But no time for mummy to dwell on her bad day, the tears have started from the hangry beasts ‘I’m hungry’, quickly mummy thinks feed the demons. Oh no Alfie opened Amy’s crisps but she wanted Emily to do it! We should of known, our telepathic abilities must be broken as now we have hula hoops flying around the kitchen. Screams from Amy, look of horror from Alfie and Emily’s face resembles that of someone who’s just seen a ufo. Wtf is going on?!
Bed time comes along, 7pm ok she had a nap but she’s still showing many many signs of tiredness. It shouldn’t be too hard.
Oh
my
god.
After changing position and laying in her cot, on my bed, on a pillow on the floor, in the dockatot on the floor, on the landing, she shrieks and cries and cries some more, now her ear hurts.
Quick get the calpol, she wants it but then as I get the syringe in her mouth, she blows it all back out. We try again but nope she won’t have it. So a warm face cloth on her ear it is. She finally starts to fall asleep. Oh how sweet she looks. Three attempts to put her in her bed fail. The last straw is approaching where mummys about to break but she went down and she finally stayed in her cot until 5am!
I was still heart broken that I lost almost 5 hours of work but it will get re done. When I do not know but it will eventually.
How can my sweet little girl go from an angelic little lady to a demonic beast? Thankfully she is really good 98% of the time. These bad days are here to test us and show us how much we can put up with 🙈
Here is a picture from our little outing to the park on Monday. When she was super excited to show off her bunchies for the first time.
