Oh my goodness, it is 6:30am as I sit down to write todays blog and I am already exhausted…it is going to be a long day! I got up at 4:15am and headed to the gym. Jayde, my brother’s beautiful girlfriend, has started coming with me so it is making it much easier to get moving at that ungodly hour. Returning home, the house was silent except for Elliott’s little stirs as he began to wake. Knowing my “me time” was about to inevitably expire for the day, I popped on some relaxation music and did some stretching in the lounge room. “What a gorgeous way to start the day” I thought to myself…and then the kids woke up…
Elliott began howling his little head off, clearly unimpressed that I had left him stirring in his cot for 10 minutes while I did some stretching. Lunches needed to be made so I offloaded Elliott to Mat and headed out to the kitchen. Mat did his best to cheer Elliott up but to no avail so Elliott came wandering and whinging out to me in the kitchen. I really love how Dads can go “Oh well, I tried, go see your mother”. I wish we had that option some days! I did ask Mat if I could go and be a carpenter for the day and he could stay home with the fussy kids but he declined my generous offer. Hold that thought, the kids are silent right now while I am typing which can only mean one thing…mischief. I shall return….
All good, the kids are just playing in my wardrobe, donning high heels and trying to put on my bras. When I sprung them they both burst into fits of squeals and laughter, which made me laugh too J
Anyway, back on track. Oh yes, my fussy kids. Breakfast was a nightmare, you would have thought I was trying to feed them arsenic the way they were carrying on…It was actually porridge. Oh the drama. Each of them ended up only having about 5 mouthfuls of food before I gave up on the battle. No doubt they will be begging for morning tea by 7am. Then the piece de resistance was undoubtedly the conversation Sophie and I had that resulted in her bursting into tears. She asked about a movie called Barnyard and why Odie’s Dad died. I explained how the wolves got him and he had to go to heaven but that he was OK now. This lead to a conversation about how wolves eat other animals and poor Sophie was in tears. She kept crying “I want my Daddy right now” because in her mind, there was a chance her Dad might just get eaten by wolves today. Oh dear. I put her mind at ease (I hope??) that there were no wolves here and Daddy would be perfectly safe. Phew, crisis averted.
Now, I am thinking of popping on some washing and quickly mowing the lawn before having to leave for swimming lessons at 8:30…quite possibly wishful thinking because the kids are a little over the top this morning. Right now, Elliott is chasing Sophie around the house with a pair of her knickers, presumably in an effort to get her dressed for the day. Sophie is running away from him in one of my dresses and a pair of my high heels (her wedding outfit of course) while carrying a bouquet of musical bells…such a peaceful house I live in. Their squeals of laughter and delight are just too precious; time to be present with my beautiful children, the chores can wait J
Have a beautiful day and remember to be present in everything you are doing today, it will have an amazingly positive effect on you and your productivity J
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