As I have already told you mummy has a cold. So I am in charge this weekend. Thomas, it is like running a marathon. How your mummy does it every day of the week when daddy is at work is something I will never know.
The Day
7.15am Up playing with toys and generally making a mess.
9.00am Out to beach and 3 hour walk with you and penny the dog
12.00 Playing with tractor in garden and in living room
1.00pm Making lunch and smoothie, house devastated like small fruit bomb has gone off
1.15pm Watch Lewis Hamilton qualify in second place for some GP
1.30 pm Change poo filled nappy.
1.35pm Clean down bedroom walls and wonder how poo can travel so far without it’s own motive power
1.55pm Got you to have a nap
2.00 pm Emptied dishwasher
2.15pm Fed penny
2.30 pm Cried with exhaustion for a while
2.35pm Got a grip and wrote blog
2.40pm Remembered that I had not had any lunch
3.00pm Had lunch and you woke up. Not very fair Mr. God
3.10 Removed your nappy and asked you if you need to use your new found potty skills
3.12pm Watched you peeing all over the couch.
4.12pm Finished cleaning the suede couch, next time we buy alcantara.
4.30pm Left for the grocery shopping
4.45pm watched you dismantle a supermarket, very cute
6.37pm Got home, did bit of crying with exahustion
7.00pm Put you in the bath
7.40pm Gave you dinner. Pitta bread with cream cheese and peas
8.00pm read you a book 'There are giants in our house.'
8.45pm You went to bed.
9.00 pm You got up
9.32pm you went to bed
9.43pm So did I
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