Periodically Kerry has to go away on business, last night was one of those times and I was left home with the kids. The following text message conversation took place the day after.
[Kerry. 29-Nov-2007. 08:51]
Everything go ok this morning?
[Dan. 29-Nov-2007. 09:05]
Depends on your definition of OK. Both kids are still alive, that’s the main thing
[Dan. 29-Nov-2007. 09:12]
Evan was awake between 1am and 3am, he was sick at 6am. I put his nappy on wrong and he peed all over his only clean trousers and my only ironed shirt. I lost the brown inhaler and spent fifteen minutes looking for it (it was in the Mr Potato head bucket). I was half an hour late for work (part due to traffic admittedly)
[Kerry. 29-Nov-2007. 09:15]
Oh dear
[Dan. 29-Nov-2007. 09:17]
Indeed
on Nov 30th, 2007 at 12:16 am
Even moms have days such as these.
Some of us more often than others.
on Nov 30th, 2007 at 1:02 am
mom’s can be pretty hapless as well.
on Nov 30th, 2007 at 1:35 am
You’d think Mr. Potato Head would have had your back.
on Nov 30th, 2007 at 3:17 am
Dan, you poor thing, we’ve all been there. This is when you grab the pair of baby trousers from the laundry basket that are the least dirty and you throw a sweater on over the shirt you wore to work yesterday. And if someone asks if you wore the same shirt yesterday, you say, “Of course not, I have three of these.”
on Nov 30th, 2007 at 7:26 am
And the worst thing was he’d tidied up and prepared the night before, which all went out the window when Evan was sick.
There was a big pile of clean clothes in our room that I forgot to remind Dan about before I went so I could have saved some of the stress.
on Nov 30th, 2007 at 9:56 am
The best laid plans etc etc.
I went to bed early last night (11.30pm), to try to combat the general malaise that plagues me in the mornings. In an effort to wind down, I started reading my book, and ending up reading about 3 chapters more than I’d intended to (it’s a good book). By the time I put the book down, it was around 1am.
As I was drifting off to sleep, the mice started having a ceilidh in the attic, and then started trying to drill through the wooden panel above the window frame. It’s amazing how much the window frame amplifies the noise of a tiny mouse scratching its way through… Referring back to my previous suggestions on mousetraps, it might be time to climb into the attic and start fighting back.
Alternatively, I could just chuck my flatmates’ cat up there and hope see what happens.
on Nov 30th, 2007 at 9:06 pm
One more post to go Dan and YOU’RE FREE! Nice job.
on Dec 1st, 2007 at 1:36 am
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