I am pretty sure I am living in a bad sitcom. Nobody has this much chaos around them in a ‘normal’ household.
My day started just before 5am with a very warm feeling down my back and Abby screaming: Mommy I’m wet!!! I got up, cleaned the bed (thank goodness for waterproof covers), cleaned us, got her back in bed. She then asked for a bottle so I went to get her a bottle. We slept for a while after that again. She woke up just after 8 and was in a horrible mood. I had to rush to the bank to deposit some money. Those who knows me, know I don’t drive. I have this irrational fear of driving. There is a word for it, but let’s just keep it at ‘fear’. So I take the Uber to the mall. Get to the mall, realize that I forgot the bank card on the dresser. Luckily I had the bank details and could make a deposit. And yes, I did put in the reference as “Dumbass” while making the deposit…. So now I have no money with me except for a bit of cash that I had in my purse. I take the Uber back, no point in staying at the mall.
Get home, all my wet washing is on the grass. The washing line snapped. I call our carer to come help. I have to hold the line with wet washing up while she takes it off the line. The two girls join in, hanging on the line that I have to keep up. Running under the wetting washing playing hide and seek.
Get everything under control and go into my office, after telling the girls to play outside and stop watching Youtube. 10 minutes later I am on the phone. Sky comes into the office and starts demanding to talk to me. I put the phone call on hold (luckily it was my mom). She wants to watch Youtube. I swipe her out of the office and carries on with the phone call. Finish the call and comes into the house. As I step into the house I see my wings I use for props on the kitchen floor. I get into the dining room, there is clothes and toys everywhere. Sky has trashed the house because she was upset with me. I follow the trail of toys and clothes to her bedroom, she is in bed (this is now 11am) with her wet grass feet, watching Youtube! I ask her what happened in the house. She starts crying screaming she will fix it. I am so upset that I walk out to my office. Sometimes it is just better to walk it off.
Lunch time Abby refuses to eat again. I tried giving her a sausage. She took the sausage and broke it into tiny pieces and covered the dining room table with it. We clean up and I go back to work. They played outside for a while with lot of screaming and fighting between the two. Every few minutes Abby comes into the office and demands I pick her up. Cries until I give in and picks her up.
I have customers coming in and out the whole time in this chaos. Orders streaming in for Father’s Day. I have to print and take orders and answers phones.
Hubby gets home and Abby asks for a smoothie. I make us all smoothies. Abby walks into the lounge with hers, slips, hurts her toe and spills everything on the floor. We try to give her some of ours, she refuses. Screams like somebody is killing her. She is so upset about the smoothie that she pukes. So now I am covered in spit, puke and smoothie.
Before dinner I quickly have to go drop a few things all over town and I go with my friend while hubby keeps the children home. Before the first stop hubby send me a message. Abby in pain because she asked Sky to stop playing her little guitar, it was hurting her ears. So Sky hit her with the guitar. Leon punished Sky now both girls screaming.
I just stopped at the first stop and hubby send me a message again. Abby’s safety / comfort toy broke. It is a soft toy and the tag (it is the tag that is the most important to Abby) broke off. I just dropped another item and rushed home. I phoned home in the mean time and talked to her. She was sobbing so much she could not really hear me. We rushed home and I fixed the toy. At least hubby got her to hold the tag while waiting for me and it did calm her in the mean time.
At least we are at dinner now. I dish out. Kids see there is broccoli on the plate. Abby starts: I don’t like broccoli, I hate it, it is yukky. Sky sits with a long lip, she hates it as well. Abby spits all the food except the chicken out. Now she demands my chicken.
She finishes my chicken and now wants to do their stickers (they get stickers every night to put into their sticker collection). But Sky is sitting on her plate like she has nowhere to go. (She can go 2 hours without a problem). We carry on with the stickers and Sky joins us later. Abby has mostly duplicates and now demands her sister’s stickers. There is some slapping and screaming.
It is 8pm now and I am done. Forget bathing them. They are both in bed by 8:15.
Screw this day, Screw screaming kids. Screw life….