I am not Superwoman….
In the interest of full disclosure I would like to make it perfectly clear to everyone that I am not superwoman. I may often try to be. Some of my blog posts may even convince you that for at least a part of the day I don a cape and achieve super human things, but the truth is I am just a normal mum trying to get through every day and daring to sometimes even try to make each day wonderful.
I have always had the fear that by reading only snippets of my blog (which is only a snippet of my life) people may get an unrealistic view of what motherhood and life with 3 small children is really like sometimes. Looking back over my blog it could be seen as all roses and freshly baked treats. The reality is it’s sometimes not so glam. Today was one of ‘those’ days, so I would like to give you a blow by blow account of the last 24 or so hours of my life….the highs and the LOWS.
Woke to sounds of twins playing in cots. Was thrilled that they had slept through the night and had a “sleep in.” In the last 2 weeks I have witnessed the sunrise on far too many occasions.
Dropped son at daycare and twins with my mother and went to personal training with my husband, we follow this up with breakfast out (huge treat for us).
Had thought: “This has been such a wonderful day…” (Forgot to touch wood). Daycare called to say we have forgotten sons lunch. Drove to shop, bought new lunch. Dropped lunch at daycare, raced home and ran out of time to do any actual “work.”
Collected twins and discovered they had only slept for 30 minutes instead of usual 1.5 hours. Found out there may be a problem with the dates of the trip we have just booked for me and my husband to go to New York and celebrate my 30th. Spent next half hour on phone with airline trying to re-negotiate dates (unsuccessfully) with 2 over tired babies hanging off me.
Tried to feed overtired babies with lunch, ended in a bath for me and the kids. Sat in the bath for 20 minutes trying to remove avocado from their (and my) hair, eventually gave up and promised myself I will wash my hair later.
Tried to put overtired babies down for afternoon nap, gave up after 45 min of screaming. Spent next hours trying to entertain overtired babies.
Collected son from daycare with overtired twins in car. Collected babysitter (thank god).
After getting all three kids fed, bathed and dressed in record time I managed to sneak in 15 min to get myself ready and jumped in the car with my girlfriends looking forward to celebrating my friends hen’s night (forgetting about my promise to myself to wash my hair). Cleverly I had booked the babysitter to sleep over so I could “let my [avocado] hair down”, stay out late, have a few drinks and possibly have a tiny sleep in!
Text from babysitter to say kids are all asleep, but husband is stuck at work, still not home.
Dancing with friends, 3rd cocktail in hand (hooray).
Just finished 4th Cocktail- text to say both babies are up – have vomited and are screaming. Cue TAXI!
Arrive home to find babies and now babysitter vomiting. Spend next hour administering meds and fluids and rinsing chunks of vomit out of bedding and clothing.
Curl up in bed, smelling like vomit.
Get up again and shower.
Babysitter is still vomiting and decides to get her mum to collect her.
kids wake up…. which means I do too (well kinda).
While making breakfast I notice some water dripping on my foot, open cupboard under sink to find it completely flooded. Cue plumber.
Get all three kids in car to take son to daycare only to realise keys are in babysitters hand bag a 15 minute driveway, no spare. STRANDED….. FAIL.
Yep, I am not superwoman.
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