Oh my goodness I feel shattered!
Up this morning to get the boys dressed and breakfasted. Quickly cooked some pasta for Seb's lunch and mixed it up with some ham, cheese, grapes and cherry tomatoes.
Saw Seb off to school and sorted out some of Nat's clothes for 'Little P'.
Was trying to quickly prepare some vegetables for a sausage casserole I was cooking in my trusty slow cooker. Was in a bit of a rush as needed to drive over to pick up Little P and Baby H. Somehow while opening the fridge I managed to knock off a full bottle of miracle grow plant food which I had placed on top of the fridge to keep it out of Nat's way.
Miracle gro exploded everywhere and I mean EVERYWHERE. All up my leg and over one of my relatively new shoes, all over my kitchen cabinets, up the front of the fridge and all up the wall. A big puddle of brown gunk slowly pooled over my kitchen floor.
I quickly whipped up the bottle and stuck it in the sink, opened the kitchen cabinet and grabbed some kitchen towel and began trying to clear up the mess. Miracle Gro smells like marmite or yeast extract - not exactly the beautiful homely smell I usually aspire for. Having used nearly a whole roll of kitchn towel to mop up the gunk before Nat could paddle in it, I stood up and whacked my head on the open kitchen door. Brought tears to my eyes but I think they were tears of frustration rather than pain. I then had to wet mop the floor and used a damp cloth to wipe down the cabinets, fridge and walls. Didn't have time to change my shoes so left the house smelling disgusting. Drove over to collect the children and even though I was over ten minutes late leaving the house, the traffic was mircaculously clear and I arrived five minutes early - go figure!
Anyway, I had arranged to pick the children up early so that I could get to the soft play centre and be guaranteed a parking space right outside so that I wouldn't have to struggle with three children. Unfortunately the other people who had also decided to arrive early weren't aware of my cunning plan and by the time I pulled into the car park there were no spaces left.
I couldn't face the thought of trying to entertain two overly energetic toddlers and a baby at home for over five hours so decided to park on the road instead. It may not have seemed far but trying to cross two roads and keep two willful toddlers holding onto the pushchair was a mammoth task and I was glad to finally struggle through the door of the soft play centre.
Soft play was exhausting too as no sooner had I picked up one child then another started crying for me. Thankfully no dirty nappies while we were out as I am not sure how I would have juggled them all in the toilet. Baby H needed carrying pretty much all the time and Little P is always quite clingy when we are out and wants me with him all the time so I can't go out of his sight. Nat is a little braver and happy to run off by himself to play. At one point he was on the small bouncy castle which has a bouncy slide attached to it surrounded by safety nets. Unfortunately the bouncy castle / slide was not as blown up as it should have been and when he climbed onto the top of the slide he managed to roll back and got caught hanging over the back tangled in the nets. He was screaming so I ran to try and rescue him still holding Baby H. I tried to squeeze around the back of the slide to push Nat from underneath. I think I must have pushed him a little too hard as he bounced over the top of the bouncy slide and landed up wedged between the castle and the wall. I placed Baby H on the floor to go and rescue him. He was balling his eyes out. Baby H started crying because I had put her down and then Little P started crying because he had lost sight of me.
All in all a successful morning out!
On the way back to the car I decided to try tying Nat and Philip's wrists to two ends of a dressing gown belt. I then held the middle of the belt and led them back to the car. That worked much better as they did not keep tripping over the wheels of the pushchair and neither could suddenly run off.
As I pulled up next to my car, I noticed a man in a white van was waiting for my parking space. Great! Does he not have any idea how long it is going to take me to put three small children and a puschair into my car?? I felt obliged to rush and then I could not get any of the car seats done up so took longer than I would have done normally. As I finally pulled away the guy in the van definitely rolled his eyes! Despite his impatience I still stopped and asked him if he would like my parking ticket as there was still quite a lot of time left on it.
Back home. Baby H had fallen asleep in the car so that enabled me to finish off the sausage casserole and time to make lunch for the three kids. Toddlers fed, Baby H awoke so I started to feed her then caught Nat and Little P throwing handfuls of sawdust from the tortoise cage all over the sofa and floor in the conservatory. I herded them back into the lounge and settled them with some cars and fireman Sam where I could keep an eye on them while I fed baby H. Then after seeing how well three little people can redecorate a dining room with three different flavours and colours of yoghurt. I decided some fresh air and a bounce on the trampoline would be a good idea. The boys loved it but then I could not get them off again and as I had baby H in my arms I also could not climb on and drag them off. I tried every bribe I could think of to coax them off but clearly bouncing with your best friend is far more appealing than the promise of biscuits, cake, chocolate or sweets!!
Finally it was time to take my lovely charges home to their dad. I dropped them off and headed over to the shop to buy some bread and milk for my parents who arrive home tonight (yippee!). Unfortunately Nat fell asleep in the car so I couldn't go into the shop as I didn't want to wake him but didn't feel it was safe to leave him. In the end I called into the petrol station to fill the tank and pick up some bread and milk. I then drove over to my parents, took in the post, watered the plants in their greenhouse and was just padlocking their gate when I looked up and realised I had left their back door wide open! Doh!
On the way back home I drove past Seb walking home so he jumped into the car and told me about his day. Back home, I popped Nat into his cot, made a cup of coffee, the first I have had chance to sit and drink today and collapsed on the soft to enjoy five minutes peace and quiet.
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