Nothing is predictable when you have kids, and especially so, it seems, when you have two. You would think the easiest days are when you have activities planned to entertain them and someone around to share responsibilities with, right?
Apparently not. This is how two days this week panned out for us:
The Bad Day
Baby wakes three times in the night for feeding.
Eldest wakes up early (on a weekend) demanding playtime.
Can’t find ballet cardigan. Hunt the house and eventually find it in ballet bag (hiding in plain view).
Hustle kids into the car and off to pick up eldest’s friend for ballet.
Running late, negotiate toilet trips and getting both kids ready to go into ballet with baby in sling.
Both kids promptly get upset by number of people in ballet class. Have to join in with ‘butterfly feet’ and ‘dancing arms’ (with baby still in sling). Remember I was never very good at ballet even as a kid.
Reverse the process of getting kids dressed again, this time with baby starting to cry. Alternate zipping coats with jiggling and ‘shh’ing baby.
Get back to car to find it won’t start. Phone full range of car literate mates to find nobody is answering the phone (probably still in bed!). Give in and phone breakdown company, husband and G’s friend’s Dad to pick up kids.
Baby’s simpering turns to wailing. Distinct aroma of dirty nappy.
Friend’s dad turns out to be a car whizz, huzzah! And husband has jump leads, double huzzah!
Send husband to football with eldest, drive wailing baby back home.
Leave car running on drive to charge up battery. Nip inside to change nappy. Discover pooplosion. Full change of clothes.
Baby hungry, sit in front window feeding with blinds open to keep an eye on car.
Husband returns with G. Turns out I’d misread an email which meant they’d missed the class.
Consider opening bottle of gin (it’s only 12 noon).
The Good Day
Wake up just before alarm. Baby has slept 5 hours straight. Feel like a new woman.
Nappy changed, baby fed, milk expressed for later.
G up bang on time, gets herself dressed (mostly).
Bags packed for school, G collected by childminder.
Washing up done. Dishwasher unloaded and loaded.
Me fed, showered, dressed, make up on, even managed to cut my nails! Baby awake and contentedly gurgling in bouncer.
Feed baby again. Do some crochet whilst feeding.
All before 11am.
Pat self on back and wait for it all to go pear shaped.
Doesn’t go pear shaped.
So other than fluke, what makes the difference? I’m going with three things – sleep, childminder and cake.
Can’t really do anything about the first.
Second is officially a star (how does she do it every day?!).
Third – now that’s something I can get on board with!