Despite the fog not lifting till 3pm today, I managed to tire out the minxes. Hooray! (And myself – boo!)
This morning was a boring day of park the minxes in front of CBeebies while I attacked the mess that is our kitchen. When I could finally see some work surfaces, I decided that we’d all suffered enough purgatory and would make cheesecake together. Well, what a half-witted idea that was! First Midi Minx ran amok with the rolling pin, smacking her sisters with it. Then Mini insisted on using her little rolling pin, but crushing Maxi’s fingers with it. Maxi is a forgiving little soul, but Mini’s cackles of glee gave her game away… I gave them a biscuit each to distract them from guzzling too much of the ingredients. Ha! Those were just weapons, too. Then they all independently got the screaming ab-dabs because I was insisting on everyone getting a turn at everything. It got so bad that I had to let each have a little turn of the food mixer dial… sheesh! It was a relief for it to be done and to usher the little blighters out.
Five minutes later the elder 2 were in again, making cool fish-shaped cards for our neighbours who gave us 2 big bags of freshly-caught mackerel over the weekend. That was lovely enough, but the dear lady had even gutted and cleaned them for us! It’s not a job I mind doing, but it’s messy and takes ages, so I’m deeply appreciative. Maxi made me giggle at her giving Midi a lesson in fish biology. She stood at her little chalkboard and gave fine lecture on fins, tail, scales and gills. She drew a great fish outline, drew a line from the gills and helpfully wrote on it neatly ‘gills’. Midi was quite impressed.
I got a snatched 10 minutes to cuddle the youngest 2 in front of more CBeebies in between trying to buy a replacement camera, then lunch: spicy butternut squash soup and toasted naan bread. Yum! Well, I thought so…
Mini almost napped. She lay down in her cot, tucked herself in, ordered me to: “You close door now, Mama. Night-night!” but half an hour later I heard her wailing, “I poooooooo!” down the stairs. When I went up to greet her and the stench, she brightly said: “I wake up now!” Aye right, you never even slept! But she was having none of it, so had to get up.
In the short time she was quietly up in bed, though, Maxi, Midi and I played with some download sheets I’d found and printed, labelling all the parts of the body; making hypotheses about whether your nose was the same size as your ear or not then testing the reality. Midi likes messing about with numbers, so really enjoyed measuring things with a tape measure and seeing what number of centimetres each thing was (her little nose: 3cm long. Her sister’s foot: 17 cm long). Maxi just enjoyed tormenting her sister with the last of her antibiotics (right ear infection): “I can take thi-is, and you-ou ca-n’t! You are aller-gic, ha-ha-he-haha!”
Finally, the fog started to lift so I ousted the girls into the back garden to get some Fresh Air. They wanted to dig out the compost in the lawn-holes from yesterday, so I had to find something to distract them. It was warm and dry: perfect weather to bath mucky dollies and toys! I fetched a little sink basin with some bubble bath in it and encouraged Mini to wash her Dora the Explorer in it. She gently and deftly bathed her baby, crooning to her, cradling her carefully, then poking her in the head to submerge her briefly to “Rinse-rinse!”
That was fine till Midi joined in. Suddenly Maxi’s penguin was having a bath whilst being throttled and drowned. Within 5 minutes that little basin had defied all laws of physics and proven itself to be a TARDIS: the meagre contents had soaked 3 minxes, 2 cats, me and all the bloomin’ dollies.
I left Maxi to her
peaceful quest of trying to save the bumble-bees and make the longest clover chain in history whilst I intercepted a supermarket delivery, fed a permanently hungry cat, negotiated a date for Midi’s grommets operation (end September. They’ll be 3 weeks after the guaranteed NHS waiting time for the op. But hey, we’ve waited 2 years already, and the alternative of keeping 3 girls occupied at a hospital 3 hrs drive away for a whole day isn’t an alternative). I also washed and hung 3 clothes washloads, bowed and scraped before my lord the dishwasher (well it feels like it!) and stopped Midi and Mini from bashing each other on the head *too* many times. I was too tired to make a proper dinner, so cobbled together spaghetti carbonara. The girls screamed louder than the nesting seagulls, zooming around the garden, playing at trains with hula-hoops and hoiking half the stones of the raised beds across the lawn and back in the real, heavy wheelbarrow (I’ve given up worrying about bashed toes and trodden digits). The minxes demolished dinner, shovelled down the cheesecake, accepted that they needed baths gracefully and were snoring before 9pm. Success!