Better still I was one of the speakers during the morning, where it was my duty to provide a five minute talk designed to inspire and motivate.
All of which I had to do on myself, given Chippie’s propensity to work his way into our bed at some stupid hour. What happens from then is anybody’s guess, as the kid has no consistency about him. Some days he can repeatedly come in, wearing us down till we let him stay in, other’s he’ll happily be placed back in his own bed. Sometimes he’ll want to go back to his own bed himself. Once – and only once – did he not come in at all.
Given the importance of the day for me, he chose to keep me as awake as possible during those stupid hours. Also, Grumpy, just yesterday, knowing I had to be elsewhere at 8am, had agreed to an extra shift, requiring his elsewhereness to be 7am.
Much swearing was had, particulary after he phoned to aske me what I planned to do about organising the reallocation of the kids before the childcare centre opened and school started. I tried very hard to allude to the fact that he could bloody well sort it given I’d given him a month’s notice, but he only gave me 4 hours, to no avail.
Raced around, barking orders at children and trying to decide what to wear. Not having a full length mirror at my disposal, nor my wits about me, I resorted to the views of the children; “this top, or this one?” and I had to endure screwed up noses, giggling at being able to see my belly button, having “I can see your BOOBS!” yelled at me, asked when I’m having another baby cos “you’re pregNET!”, the likelihood that the enire neighbourhood heard my yelling “I”m not PREGNANT, I’m JUST FAT, ok!”, all whilst trying to get lunches made, children dressed and childcare bag packed.
Finally, I was dressed and received several more inspiring and motiviating comments from my gorgeous children, like “I can see your fat in that top” before kicking them out of the car as it sped by another school mums house.
On top of that, I hadn’t had much coffee. Or food. Chippie had eaten all but two bites of my toast.
Kid free and amoungst a bunch of understanding an empathetic women was enough; without even discussing my morning. I did catch a glimpse of the guest list whilst checking in (really, just to get the free and much needed coffee voucher before someone was seriously injured and/or I fell to the floor, convulsing due to lack of caffiene) and was a little bit in awe at the calibre of attendees at the Brunch. Thankfully, my level of fatigue prevented me from appreciating the calibre and I was able to go about my business.
I was also speaking alongside some exceptionally incredible and inspring women, including my two good friends Renee Mayne (the Bra Queen) and Alli Price of Motivating Mum – which was a bit scary. But also laods of fun. LOADS!
I did get to do my talk, which I managed to get through, hopefully successfully convincing the audience I wasn’t actually a super mum, because I’m not even though some people like to think I am cos I do lots.
I do think they were convinced when, yes, my undies did fall out of the leg of my jeans.
Really. They did.
Food was provided, enabling me to quash my emotions by eating – hurrah! – and even better, becuase lately my diet seems to be consisting more and more of food that has been held in the hand of a toddler for up to half an hour, before being shoved into my face and force fed to me.
It was a nice change.
Then we got to play with some toys and take some home. I chose a Little Tikes train thing with a handle and a replica DHL truck, from Bruder, which was really awesome and has a great replacement gaurantee, although they were a bit unsure about whether it being hurled from the back door in a fit of temper voided the warranty or not.
Of course, they were promptly whisked out of the back of the car and released from their boxes and bindings by my children and I never got the chance to play with them. Humph.
All I got was the opportunity to eventually get around to washing some undies.
And to all the sponsors of the event!