Horrible, horrible night. And that was after all the stuff that happened before the movie went on.
Chippie lost the plot and ended up falling asleep on me during the movie. I got him to bed after about 896 goes. Godzilla then fell asleep on me – wearing his parka he’s worn for three days straight now, because “It’s a lovely, puffy blue jacket” – and by the time Grumpy got home from work, I was asleep too.
In his compassionate frame of mine, he put Godzilla to bed and left me on the couch. Woke up freezing sometime close to 1am and went to bed. Chippie then woke 4 times between then and 5.06am, where he refused to give me “just one more hour, pleeeeeeeeaaaaaaaase?!” and I took him in to bed with me. He then proceeeded to make some charming grunting noises to the tune of Grumpy’s snorting, and do an incredibly large poo. A “Leaker”
NOOOOOOOOOOO! I don’t wanna get up! Please don’t make me.
Up I get, stumble to his room, realise I’ve forgotten something, go back to our bed and retreive stinky bum baby, have to to another complete stripdown (didn’t I only do this several hours ago?), wrestle another nappy on, give up and take him back to bed with me. Fall asleep. Not sure how what with snoring tones getting LOUDER and being smacked in face and having head crawled over. But I did. Unadulterated exhaustion, I think.
Make Grumpy get up and feed Chippie he breakfast breakfast and receed into coma again. Forced shortly afterwards to make a decision … do I get up and throttle the children I can hear screaming down the other end of the house, or allow them to do that themselves?
Drag self up, get MUG of coffee, drag self to shower.
Grumpy brings Chippie in, coz he’s done a poo (no, not a big one, just he can’t be arsed wiping it and I’m in the shower, so why not?) rendering me unable to indulge in the taste of wine at such an hour, by licking what remained on various limbs from last night.