It’s Wednesday, the middle of the week. We’ve sort of lost touch of a normal Monday to Sunday week though as at the moment Tuesday and Wednesday are our weekend days. Two precious days off together as a family. We’re still getting into the swing of our new routine and work schedule though so these two days haven’t yet consisted of big family days out or anything fancy. Yesterday, I took Polly to toddlers and then we just all chilled out at home afterwards. Truth be told I snuck in a two-hour nap as the horrendous Sunday night incident finally caught up with me. It’s times like that I’m so thankful that we are doing this new thing as Henry gave Polly her dinner and put her down for a nap while I hid under a duvet. And the Sunday night incident- nothing too crazy in the parenting world, just a case of a screaming teething toddler who thought 2:30AM would be a good time to want to be awake. Sadly, I couldn’t convince her after 2 hours that this wasn’t such a good idea so Henry (again a thankful moment!) took our agitated little monkey downstairs where it took him another hour to settle her. When I crept down a couple of hours later I found the two of them sprawled out asleep on the sofa, slightly gutted I didn’t get a photo of this hilarious moment as they were both pulling the same sleep face.
We do seem to have adjusted now to the new routine that we have going and Polly is definitely enjoying spending more time with Daddy, usually as this includes sneaking profiteroles in for lunch (I’m not stupid Mr Woodard- there was a pack in there on Monday morning and when we did the Polly swap over at 3PM at work our little monster had chocolate stains down her top. At least be more discreet about it next time!). The only thing that seems to have fallen by the wayside is the housework. The house is pretty shocking at the moment and I think I would cry if we had any unannounced guests right now. I can guarantee there is a stack of washing up waiting to be done, there is a heap of ironing on the table that I’m currently avoiding eye contact with as it’s been there for four days and the cherry on the cake happened 10 minutes ago when I looked up to see yoghurt splattered across the ceiling. In our defence this has only been there since last night when Polly got a bit excitable when she realised she could flick said yoghurt across the table at Mummy and Daddy while we had tea together. I should have done a more thorough search in her attack radius when clearing away last night. Well at least Henry will have something to do while I take the yoghurt monster to toddlers this morning. Don’t tell him but that is the main reason I’m sneaking out this morning on ‘family day’- in the hope that I come home to a clean kitchen and a yoghurt free ceiling.
Anyway, I actually do need to get a move on, I mean we are going to be late this morning- the group starts in 12 minutes and Polly and I are still in our pjs, oops. Maybe that’s another thing that’s taken a hit- my sense of timing has got if possible even worse!