Oh hi, i'm just here to gloat, okay?
The first official day of 'i-have-3-kids-and-i-look-after-them-all-day-on-my-own' is over and what a success it was! I had been mentally preparing myself for weeks and i'll be honest, I anticipated that disaster was imminent.
In fact, the day started as I had imagined it would. We rose after about 3 hours sleep (Elke is at her most unsettled) and struggled through the usual chaos. As Dave walked out the door in clean clothes, a freshly made Chinese soup and hot coffee filling his hands, I couldn't help but feel ripped off. He called "see you" from the font door and instead of calling 'bye honey' in response, I stood in the kitchen and screamed 'SEE YA LATER'. Most unbecoming of a lady.
I looked around - crying baby Elke in my arms, undressed, snotty faced toddlers at my feet and a grumbling belly (mine) waiting to be fed.
I knew we would need to get out of the house to break the funk, yet suspected that my scheduled 6 week check with the obstetrician might not provide the fun outing the kids were hoping for. Making the call to cancel was easy, I mean, you say 'pap smear' and I say 'oh, errm gee, I actually awfully busy'.
Instead I bundled the tots up in their finest threads (because clean, cute kids make you feel so much better), drove them to the shops, packed them into a shopping trolley and muttered something about new toys. The perfect incentive to ensure all arms and legs stayed inside the vehicle at all times.
With Elke in the pouch, we whizzed about Big W grabbing essentials with vigour- nappies? check, wipes? check, impulse magazine and chocolate? check.
Of course the Bounce Walk was required to settle the youngest, an unglamorous look when you've just had a baby and are carrying an extra 20kg's - got the visual? Awesome. Nevertheless we carried on and bounced our way to Target. Octonauts paraphernalia magically made it's way into our trolley and my children behaved PERFECTLY for the rest of the day.
Can you believe it?
The power of awesome toys for children who don't have many!
Dave arrived home to find Pumpkin Soup cooking on the stove and his children playing happily at the kitchen table.
I didn't even cry once!
Obviously, there are only 4 words that can do this scenario justice
nineteen sixties house wife*
*oh except our home is in a complete state of disarray, i'm not cleaning up after dinner, Dave is and it will all fall to pieces tomorrow... maybe. Noooo, no it won't.