Wednesday, September 12, 2007

Just another day in paradise

(Thanks to my sister for the title. She's the one who put it into my head. It's our code on days where we play phone tag, our way of letting each other know just how delightful it is to be a SAHM at times).

You know why I don't post that often? It's because I have no freaking time to myself. At all.

The pixie monster is catnapping and breast refusing her way through the twelve week growth spurt, and cheeky monkey girl is being an absolute horror, coinciding with ditching her daytime nap now that she's in a bed.

Take this morning. Little one happily playing on gymini, CMG happily watching TV and me in the dadjacent laundry popping on a long overdue load of baby clothes et al. Next thing I hear "Haha mummy, stay in your room until rest time is over" (sound familiar?).

Next thing i know my girl has locked me in the laundry using the latch that we used to use to keep our pusscat in.

My hear pounds, I can hear the pixie start to cry as I frantically race out the external laundry door. I try the back door. Locked. I race around the front and up the stairs. It's locked too.

By this time the pixie is screaming so I yell through the laundry door, begging CMG to open up. Which she finally does after five minutes.

I've taken a screwdriver to the latch, and have my housekeys in my pocket. Lesson learnt.

I'm sick of the defiance, I'm sick of the mess, I'm sick of the tantrums and I am jack of the shrieking urgency with which each and every demand is delivered.

Lorks alordy, my eldest is just like her mother.

Gotta go, I hear the sounds of a bedroom being demolished.

FFFUUUUUUCCCCCKKKK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!