The morning started in tears …
Not mine, surprisngly, given I didn’t get to bed till near midnight, got woken at 2.34am by bubs, woke at 5 for some stupid reason and couldn’t get back to sleep. My 4.3 hours sleep prediction of last night came true. And I was being facetious at the time. Or was that realistic?
Anyhoo, Godzilla came in. His top front tooth had finally fallen out. And he’d swallowed it. He was most distressed. Much consoling and assuring everything would be ok, and much sadness on my part, coz I’m one of those mums who likes to keep these sorts of things. Only, I wasn’t allowed to project my sadness and had to be all consoling and reassuring.
Was up before coffee machine had done it’s thing, which is never a good sign, so jabbed at the “On” button 3 times before actually hitting it, and stand there listing stuff in my head whilst it brews.
Decide on icing cupcakes first. Not 24 of then, just six. Can’t be arsed. Whip up a basic lemon icing (icing sugar, lemon juice and water), hand it over to Godzilla while Grumpy Pants covers a chopping board in brown wrapping paper. As a display board. Meanwhile, I’m making lunches for 4 people – excursion to Melbourne Show with school today – and cutting out carrot shapes from a carrot, to decorate the carrot cupcakes with. Godzilla making mess of icing cupcakes that I spent a lot of time and effort making. Then remember they’re his for a competition at school, so they really do need to look like they were done by a 6 year old.
Although, given my sleep deprived, stressed state, I’m sure I could have done a better job of making them look like they’d been done by a 6 year old.
MUG in hand, regroup and set about ensuring I have everything required for today’s events. Knowing it is Thursday, and therefore swimming, therefore, the chances are extremely good that Chippie will get wet, I pack a change of clothes, then another change. And another, just to be on the safe side.
All whilst stating every couple of minutes “NO, you can’t have bloody cake for breakfast! Stop asking!
Monkey Boy comes out to inform me that Chippie has crawled into the shower and is now soaking wet. Fabulous, and before he’s even out of his jarmies. Another great start to the day.
Grab change of clothes for me (for meeting this afternoon), including makeup and deodorant.
Collect swimming bags, reader bags, school bags, cooler bag (containing my lunch and Chippie’s), sipper cups, drink bottles, change for coffee … Grumpy packs kids and bags in car, I lock up and race to car.
Just as I sit, I realise I’m extremely hungry … “I’m hungry already!” I inform Grumpy.
Followed immediately by “Ah, I know. Not ‘already’. I haven’t had breakky yet!”
Thank goodness for carrot cupcakes. I run back inside and grab two to eat for my breakfast …