Today was day two looking after two toddlers and a 12yo and making it to lights out was challenging to say the least. The two little ones are still getting over some sort of bronchitis so they are constantly coughing. Our apartment sat at a stuffy 30c all day so tempers were short and many toys were argued over. Nobody wanted to eat anything Dad cooked, hopefully the result of the sickness and heat rather than the actual food!
Later in the day we had a good time in the park even if Ryan did manage to get completely covered in sand. After a nice bath, small hen picks at dinner and nice quiet games with big brother it was off to bed with milk as usual. As I settled into the mountain of washing up that the day had created Ryan had a coughing fit and threw up in his bed. Luckily I managed to save his blanket and put him down again in my bed while I cleaned up. Of course round two kicked in and he managed to get sick on EVERYTHING after doing a face plant into the pool of goupy milk and macaroni. Bath time again!
By the time I’d made an enclosure of heavy pillows and laid down the last set of linnen he was ready to play. I spent the next hour fetching Teddy who was thrown over the edge of the bed many times. For the record… he was given fair warning each time! “Teddy, that’s all…!” toss! I would have left him there if there wasn’t so much begging for him to come back.
With the two of them finally cutely asleep I finally settled into my relaxing beer after what seemed like a 24 hour shift. I reflected on how hard many, many single parents work every day. If you are one of them I wish you a very sincere well done!