I know, I know, I’ve stacks of posts from over Christmas and New Year to catch up on, but you know me – if Mini Minx isn’t napping during the day, then I’m not blogging. But before I launch into them, I just thought I’d update this little online journal of my girls with a wee description of today. How’s it been for us?
Well, yesterday we had a brilliant first day back at school morning routine: everyone up in time, everything done in time, no cross words at all, and a lovely unrushed walk to school. Today? I got payback for yesterday’s easy ride. No-one liked their breakfast. No-one wanted to even eat breakfast. Maxi Minx flexed her new melodrama muscles and shouted at me like she’s seen the characters in Tracy Beaker yell at adults. As we’d had words about this last night at swimming when she screamed, “I hate you, you’re a liar!” to me, CBBC is now banned for a day or 2. Maxi and Midi fought over who was closing the front door. I picked up Midi and moved her off the step, where she crumpled dramatically like a Chelsea footballer, screaming at the top of her lungs. On the walk to school we managed to walk past 3 houses before I got to mutter my Last and Final Warning to Little Miss Go-Slow With The Biggest Pout In The World (Maxi). I don’t understand why she hates to be with me on the walk to school, yet when the bell goes at school she smothers me in kisses and acts as if she’s being painfully peeled from me.
Back at home, Mini wanted to go to the supermarket. I’m starting a cold and feel gooey-headed and miserable. She’s just started potty-training (again). I think I’d rather eat beans for a week or actually starve than combine the 2 in a supermarket. I also can’t face having my shopping peed on by a 2 year old (Maxi’s favourite trick, only 4 years ago. I’m still traumatised). I suggested we go for a nice walk along the beach instead and look for treasure. Mini suggested she lie on the floor and have a lovely screamy tantrum instead. I did my tax return while she calmed down and did a jigsaw, then we made some bread together. I was on my best behaviour, ignoring the flung flour and the splashed water, so for an encore got her to help make the French toast for lunch. Mini’s still calling eggs “Knock-knock-eggs-put-thumb-in”. Funny, but not as much as Midi’s name for them, at a similar age: “slimeys”. Yum, appetising!
Mini had 3 dry days in a row then wet herself yesterday when she was too tired to remember to go to the potty. Today was similar: she managed to stay dry until she started to fall asleep after missing her nap. So that’s another 2 sofa covers washed. I wish she’d pee on the middle on – that’s the only one actually needing a wash! Don’t even ask me about poo… The last 3 times we’ve tried potty training she had the poo bit cracked. Not this time – every single day she’s managed to cack herself. Today she waddled down from where she’d been pretending to nap: “I poo in my bum!”. I’m getting good at dead-arming her in front of me, up the stairs. But in the clean-up operation, she fragged the bathroom floor, the toilet seat, both toilet lids, the bath, the sink, and every item of clothing she was wearing. What I managed to shake out of her pants blocked the toilet. Still, at least with this cold I can’t smell all the poo or the bleach. And some progress: she can now take herself to the toilet, pee, flush, re-dress and come back down, all without help! Woohoo! OK, so I need to tell her when to do it, but it’s a start.
School run: Stupidly, I’d let Mini walk down to school, rather than put her in the sling or buggy, because I was feeling too breathless. Maxi came out of school, took one look at me, pouted, and legged it behind a bin. Mini tried to head in the opposite direction, straight towards the road, but I got her in a firm Two-Year-Old-Safety-Lock. She looked like the Tasmanian Devil, thrashing to get free, but I couldn’t because Midi came out at the same time, wearing some enormous black rimmed fake glasses. I confess that I didn’t recognise her at first. Her teacher came over to tell me that she’d been out of sorts all day, complaining of tummy ache, feeling ill, but not enough to phone me or send her home. I assured her that I never minded being asked to come collect her and would drop everything. But as her teacher sees her day in, day out, I do trust her to spot when Midi genuinely needs to go home and when she’s probably just fine. I later discovered that she’d only eaten an apple and a tangerine all day – sandwiches left uneaten – so perhaps that explains the tummy ache? Though she’s a bit hot and said her ear hurt… Brufen solved it, but we’ll see. And the glasses? She was the Line Checker. The kid who checks the other kids are standing patiently in line gets to wear the glasses. Cool!
After being briefed by Midi’s teacher, I let Mini loose. Big mistake. Straight for the road. My voice may be hoarse, but it certainly carried. As did my old feet, as I zoomed up to my baby. Baby, my foot – she’s a chuckling tormentor. I lost count of how many times I scolded or yelled at the girls to walk together and stop pulling off toward the road. I think the locals and the regular drivers of the big artics recognise us and give us as wide a berth as they can on the road. But in my fearful heart, those minxes are only a tantrum and one single large step away from death. Most days I have the energy or patience to try and lighten the collective mood and regroup the girls fairly happily. Not this evening. I can’t breathe without coughing, I ache, my head hurts, my eyes are streaming, and actually I’d rather like to lie across the pavement and refuse to walk, too. Budge over, Midi and Maxi! I also think they enjoyed my demonstration of how to use swear words as adjectives… **fail**
Back at the ranch we had a lovely evening of fights, arguing and tantrums. The most impressive was Mini’s over a pear that she refused to finish eating. When she threw it on the floor for the 3rd time, I put it in the compost caddy. She reacted as if I’d binned her favourite toy. I swear her arms grew another few inches in her desperation to reach it.
I think I set myself up every night for a fall, bothering to cook at all. Tonight Mini was complaining of sore teeth (?! Actually, see the photo above right) and Midi’s ear hurt, so I thought I’d make something soft that they didn’t need to chew much and that I know all 3 like: macaroni, cauliflower and cheese, with apple crumble for pudding. I got Midi to help scissor up some bacon so I could do brussels sprouts and bacon on the side – another favourite. Not tonight it wasn’t! Midi ate it, moaning about how horrible it was; Maxi ate a tablespoon-ful; Mini managed a dessertspoon-ful. I don’t know what’s fuelling the latter, because she’s still running up and down the stairs and playing with light-switches at 2115hrs. Maybe she’ll sleep tonight…?
<———— maniacal laughter