That’s what today was.
I was just thinking I had run out of event based blog material and was in the process of typing up my notes…then today came along, ran me over, ground into reverse gear, and did it again.
This morning was a mummys and babies and toddler group. I couldn’t face it. However, this meant that by lunchtime she was climbing the walls, so we couldn’t refuse OHs sisters offer of tea and cake.
Well, if you’ve been reading the blog regularly, you’ll know that the old Phil & Teds has been digging it’s own grave via my hatred for a while. Today, I chucked it in. Ive known for a while that the doubles kit was giving out, but today, she was sat on his legs. Terrified of a trip to a & e for toddler induced trauma, I headed back home and pulled out the gaffa tape. I used to be an expert with the stuff so fixing this chair so it didn’t sag two inches below where it should sit should be a doddle.
I then had to feed and change O before attempt 2 at leaving the house. I must mention at this point I had the rain cover on but decided the sun cover (which was in the car) would be better. I opened the boot, pulled the sun cover out, closed the boot…and realised my fucking keys were locked inside.
Cue panicked (unanswered) calls to OH (lodger was also out).
I began to head for OHs sisters, and got partway there before O started howling. I checked him and found my fixit had failed and she was once again resting precariously on his legs.
Of course, she pickec that point to start jumping up and down in the seat.
I left a message for OH who then had to come home from work and came back and let myself in the back garden.
I was furious. Mostly at myself for being a total fuckwit and locking my keys in the car. Partly at OH because he wasn’t the one stuck outside with a tired Toddler feeling his blood pressure rising. And because he would never get to experience that joyous feeling of losing control of your children and branding yourself worlds worst parent. I was a bit pissed off with the Toddler too for being relentless, threatening to dunk herself in the huge puddle, going headfirst down the slide, climbing on the chairs, picking up stones, climbing on toys on the rock hard patio etc etc.
It culminated in her having a screaming hissy fit while I shouted at her and the neighbours called over the fence…and OH opened the back door.
I was absolutely exhausted. I came in and O and I cuddled (she didn’t want to join us) and phased in and out on the sofa while she hassled daddy and tore my notebook to pieces using one of my new biros.
Her nappy change was a battle. She kicked me, she put her hands in it, she tried to roll over…I had had enough.
Then, I opened my eyes and found her wandering around with no nappy on, announcing she was pooing and pissing all over the carpet.
So I decided I didn’t want to see her until the morning. Until I had calmed down. It’s bad enough we are now trapped here as I refuse to use that pushchair. It’s worse that we still don’t know what is going on with the CM. I just needed space.
I came to bed. He bathed her and then let her in here woth me. We ate cake (skant consolation) and I made him put her to bed. He guilt tripped me about that.
What a shit day. I’m going to sleep the fail away.