i was going to say you couldn’t write such a daft weekend but here I am doing just that.
So Friday evening I had great plan to take the boys to fireworks in the evening very exciting experience at a local school ticks all the good mum boxes right? Until I get an extremely sore calf and call the doctor. And guess what I get sent to an extremely obscure hospital for a d dimer test to see if I have a DVD. Now I of course don’t want to be ill and the treatment is relatively simple but there is always a tiny part of me that thinks a bit of bed rest would be nice . How wrong is that? The hospital was eerily quiet and there was no parking fee. DH and I were going to take a picture we were so amazed but then thought that’s way to generation x or y or z or whatever.
There was a nurse actually waiting in the reception and no one else around. The test took minutes and I was fine.MIL was with the boys and Gaby was asleep. The perfect storm. I was told probably my varicose veins. Lovely. I’m due to have them injected with foam and lasered next Monday. Oh joy. Seen my mum get it done and she was seventy so I should cope right?
Saturday and off to a indoor play centre party for Randall’s class. Peter came too whilst Gaby slept in car with daddy. Dire event really when DH brought baby in some child grabbed her by the head and he gently removed kids arms only to be threatened by the dad. Kids were fed cold chips and burnt dish fingers which they didn’t want so us ate them whilst sneaking a Diet Coke as dh has banned them – bad breath apparently. Then proud patients bring in a three tiered minion cake amongst mutterings of how high they have set the bar. I’m sorry it was not home made. Proud mum then parades around smiling in Modelesque fashion at her phone propped on a selfie stick. I think she experiences the entire event through a lens and nearly fell over several times in six inch heels. Power to her but meanwhile I had to get cup for child without one whilst her mother was glued to her phone.
Then there is the trip to drop kids at MIL so that DH and I can “watch a film”. We never do. We go home to have uninterrupted nookie in an actual bed as opposed to super quietly in a hallway or in the bathroom or any other child free space at odd moments.
So we get to MIL and his sister is there. Now remember we don’t socialise with my brother so I have said I don’t want to hang out with him and Sil and kids as find it upsetting in the extreme. Get into the house amid total confusion over time of arrival only to find that there is a rat hiding somewhere! I deliver kids into lounge and have to remind sil three times to actually watch Gaby as she starts eating remote control, plastic dinosaurs etc . I come Inti the hall and see a dropping amid much denial from MIL . Where upon DH moves the phone stand and the bloody thing leaps out. MIL runs screaming to the kitchen and I dive into the lounge leaving DH to move it with a snow shovel. Poor Randall is sobbing and has to pee in the garden as our way to the toilet is blocked. Eventually we leave with very little time left. We have an hour in the end as boys want to see fireworks and I have spent all day arranging entry into botanic gardena as members without having to buy a ticket. Quick shower and leave house with sopping hair. The fireworks are amazing but lose Randall twice in the dark and sil manages to bump baby’s head which sends DH into a foul mood. And that is only half way through!
I put baby to bed at 8pm thinking to myself I will wake her to feed her but then after some exercise and to I just want to sleep and I leave it. I calculated if she slept the night before maybe she doesn’t need it.
At 2 am she is beside herself and I change and feed her somewhere aroun three. Randall ends up in with DH and I sneak in with Peter but it’s no good she doesn’t give in till 4 by which point I fall into a fretful sleep by her cot. And then she wakes at five and downstairs we go to make waffles and chips as she wants potatoes. On the plus side I get some tasks accomplished before the boys appear at seven. DH stats in bed till 8 claiming he can’t drive if he doesn’t sleep. And then I notice them. Bruises all over my legs. In my sleep deprived state and with the aid of the internet we imagine all kinds of outcomes. Back to the dr we go to be told it’s probably my veins maybe my liver and to get a blood test.
My DH was supposed to visit his grandad today but his sister went alone. She wouldn’t wait for him. She is single with a man ten years older who doesn’t want kids. They got a cat instead which had to be rehired by his mother as it was being attached by the neighbourhood bully.Dh jokes that the cars get better treatment than us. It’s not really that funny. At any rate sil has no concept of the chaos of children.
So at the end of it I had a nap. I got the uniforms sorted out. I made cookies with the boys. And then I had a text from sleep training buddy saying don’t skip the 10 30 feed so I have woken my sleeping baby to do just that. Madness. Will it work? I’ll tell you tomorrow.