The question I pose to all of the parents out there is simply this:
Is life supposed to be this chaotic?
Today should have been quite straightforward, after a nice chilled out weekend.
On a Monday, we go to a little singing group at the library. It’s all very sedate, sitting in a circle and singing.
So, what could possibly go wrong? We’d get up, have some breakfast, play a little bit and go to the library.
And things we going quite well.
Libby wanted to play doctors with Lia.
Lia’s vocabulary can be rather limiting, but Libby’s always willing to work with it.
So, the game went like this:
Libby: Hello patient, what’s the matter with you?
Libby: Oh dear, I think you’re right, you might be Batman. Let me examine you.
I should have predicted impending chaos when I realised that my children had convinced each other that one of them was batman.
But I didn’t.
So, we carried on with our breakfast.
Just as we were finishing off, my husband walked in. He’d forgotten his glasses, cue a hunt of the whole house by the entire family.
Hubby pulled out the kitchen drawer and… it collapsed.
Everything from the drawer landed in the cupboard, tipping everything from the cupboard into the dog water bowl.
By then, it was time to get ready to go to the library. But where was my phone?
Cue another hunt of the entire house. No phone to be seen.
So off we went, horribly late and phone-less. We missed the first song, “Hello Everyone.” That’s Libby’s favourite.
When we got back, my sister called round to say that hubby had phoned her to say that he’d gone off with my phone.
We managed to eat lunch with minimal fuss (mainly because my sister felt sorry for me and stayed for lunch to help out).
A nap for the children, some work for me and then Libby went to drama.
Lia had a breakdown because she wasn’t allowed to join in.
Libby’s the youngest in the class by a couple of years at three years old. Lia’s only 14 months. She has a long wait to join in.
By the time I got the phone back, I realised we’d had estate agents phoning about viewings, hubby eventually answered one of the calls and a viewing is booked for tomorrow.
But by the time I got the phone back, I had so many messages and missed calls from the agents that I’m not sure whether there’s going to be herds of people stampeding round the house or whether it’s been cancelled.