Oh my god... 2009 is almost over. My list of memorable moments is a rather motley assortment:
Son number 2 had his first birthday and is walking
Son number 1 has become cheeky and leaned to tell lies to his advantage (it was daddy who didn't flush the toilet)
I've lost a whole stone of baby weight - and am still eating a twix on a regular basis
I've had more sleep in the last six months
We've successfully been on holiday to an exotic faraway place with two under 5's!!
I've become an established baker (cake, shortbread, biscuits whipped up in the blink of an eye - little helper included)
My husband has accepted his role and is now doing his fair share of early mornings and bathtimes! YES!
I have managed to get a part time job I am happy in
GOD what more could I want!
We went to a wedding reception last night. It was the first night out for hubby and me since our holiday and I got in from work with time to spare and no need to rush the makeup. Anyway, finally beautified I went down, minus boots and breakable jewellrey, to do bathtime while husband got ready. All done with minimal fuss - timing was running with military precision. Yeah you know its about to come crashing down! My lovely friend babysitting all ready to be on high alert for the evening when.....
Mr T starts coughing.... Drama King is whinging about having another story (because he knows we are going out) and then Mr T starts really coughing. I run up the stairs (as we have a townhouse so two lots of stairs) lift him out of the cot and he CHUCKS HIS GUTS UP all over my party dress and sparkly bolero cardi!!!
JESAS CHRIST!! And a small voice says 'mummy we don't say jesus christ'. DK get back in bed!!!Husband running around in boxers getting DK back into bed and throwing towels at me. Lovely friend comes up to help - catches site of husband half naked and retreats quickly with a 'let me know if I can do anything to help' (he's actually quite attractive for a 40+ man) and I'm texting my lift to the wedding whilst carrying sick covered child to ask if we've got an extra 15mins before pick up time!
We got there eventually, two kids in bed left in the lovely capable hands of my friend.
Doused in perfume, an entierely new outfit minus sparkly bolero, we got to the bar... a large vodka and coke please. Phew!
Wishing you all a very happy new year!!
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Oh the joys of motherhood. I think I would have had to have a small meltdown about dress though...happy new year!
ReplyDeleteand no sick on you?
ReplyDeleteHow did you manage that..very impressive.
I always had a bit of squashed banana on my skirt somewhere.
Thanks Ladies - Happy new year 2U!
ReplyDeleteFrog - I had sick all over my sequined bolero cardi - had to hand soak it - scrambled egg is a bugger to get out --eeeewwwwhhhh!