I'm not even going to say "hi". There
isn't time and I don't feel that friendly.
It's official. I've gone mad. I am sitting at the computer typing away my frustration in between swigging lemonade
(it won't be lemonade for very much longer, I can tell you) and eating black forest chocolate.
Now don't get me wrong. I do
not want your sympathy, just let me vent my spleen and I'll feel a little happier.
Our babies have cried pretty much constantly since 7.30 this morning. It is okay when only one cries because you can turn your attention to that one and
change/comfort/feed/change/wind/change that baby. It's when they both go at once
as they have done for a good part of the day.
Andrew has been at a Te Whare board meeting since 3pm. I can't take the twosome for a walk because the pram has lost
a tyre and anyway they are now so big that they bash each other severely when cooped up in the one place. I can't put them
in the car and take them for a drive because these fancy new hired car seats have a base that lives in the vehicle - Andrew's
vehicle and he's got that. I can't lie them in their cot together when they are
both throwing a hissy fit because they overlap now and kick shit out of one another, adding to their outrage.
I found I couldn't even leave the room with two babies in my arms because
the door had swung shut and we still have no door handles (they're in a box and on the "to do" list). Carrying them both round is hard on the arms and ears when both are wriggling and screaming. I can't put them in front packs because we only have one front pack and I only have one front.
They are both extremely tired and have insides problems (fart city!). Sian
has pooed for England today and Todd has been very windy. On top of that it is extreeeemely
humid here today. On Monday we had 31.5 degrees with humidity that meant none
of the washing dried on the line despite it being a bright, sunny, breezy day.
I HATE SUMMER !!!!
We have also had a couple of tradesmen here for a couple of hours today
installing semi-flash wardrobe shelving and I think they thought I was murdering the small people - such was the racket.
"Sleep when the babies sleep" everyone says.
Huh!!
The third load of washing for the day is still in the machine. The gas bottle has run out for the gas hob so I can't sterilise the bottles in the big pot until Andrew
gets home with the thing refilled. It is nearly feeding time again and the one-adult-to-two-hungry-screaming-babies
circus act begins again.
My shirt is puke-stained and my back aches from carting Todd around in the
front pack this morning. My hair has gone all frizzy from the humidity and the
lack of a good cut. I feel like a f...ing mess.
"Ahh!" I hear you say. "A
fair dinkum mum!"
