Yesterday was one of those days, you know the kind I mean, when every single thing you do seems to go wrong.
Looking at my SnapChat story or other social media accounts you would never have guessed it was anything other than a perfect family day out to the park.
The reality couldn’t be further than what was portrayed in this small reprieve of fun in the midst of what I can only describe as a day where chaos and anarchy ran supreme.
The Morning Mishaps
It all began to go pear-shaped when I heard a vaguely familiar sound in the background and realised it was my alarm going off over and over!
We’d all slept in for the second time this week and it was only Tuesday!
Panic stations ensued with me barking orders at everyone.
I dislike mornings as it is – I’m more of a night owl – and being late doesn’t help my morning mood. So everyone was immediately on edge when they realised the situation.
Mayhem is the only way to describe most mornings here as I’m trying to get Eve out to school and literally juggle between getting the two boys’ lovely
massive morning nappies changed and new outfits on.
Then there is the fun that is breakfast – aka a wrestling match – where I try to get bibs on two, strong, wriggly boys who certainly do not want bibs on. Breakfast is a whole story in itself…but you get the jist, we were late.
I dropped Eve off at the school gates, had to stop back home to change Luca’s nappy again. Then Max began to cry. I fed him briefly then we set off on the road for a second time, to a doctors appointment for Cora.
Finding a parking space was horrendous so feeling like an awful parent, Cora had to brave the appointment alone, at nearly 15 she is very capable, but I still felt terrible about it.
I drove around for 30 extra minutes until I found a space which as luck had it happened to be on the steepest hill around. Afraid of my car zooming off down the hill as soon as I stept out (my car doesn’t have a handbrake) I hurried to get the boys into the double pram and raced to the doctor’s surgery.
As Cora was already in we joined her and the lovely GP at the end of the appointment in a bit of a flap.
Luca chose this moment to go absolutely mental, screaming “I want out,” repeatedly at such a high frequency it didn’t sound human.
On and on he screamed. Oblivious to the fact I was trying to listen to the doctor. Cora needed bloods taken and her heart rate had to be monitored. Embarrassed at how boldly behaved Luca had been, Max then kicked up a fuss because he needed a nappy change.
Handing in our form at the treatment room reception with both boys still going crazy wasn’t pleasant The sweat was dripping off me and I felt suffocatingly warm/angry/embarrassed.
Into the baby change room we went while Luca screamed on, getting louder and more frantic sounding by the minute.
Cora’s was called and I panicked because she is afraid of needles and needed her momma for support.
On she went – alone again and I felt bad again. I felt really stressed out and suddenly we are all in tears with me muttering to myself like a mad woman.
Just then a firm knock on the door is followed by a lovely nurse who pops her head around the door, asking if she can help.
More tears and tantrums from the boys follow as we gave Cora moral support, then it was back to wait for a chat with the GP.
The good old ‘santa is watching’ bribe is used to excess while we wait again, until a promise of going to the park happens, one which no amount of back tracking later is going to work.
Playtime In The Park
Off we set later and enjoy a really lovely time in the park, my two boys and me. I capture it on camera relieved the drama of the day is over.
But then it’s not…
School Run, Not So Fun
On the school run Luca turns into an escape artist and manages to release his buckle and in one fell swoop, dives out, unzipping his coat like superman on the way. Then off he runs, fast as lightning, laughing his manic, crazy, up-to-no-good laugh.
I was speechless and couldn’t believe it happened. The louder I shouted for him to stop, the faster he ran! He nearly escaped out the gates, only he was rescued by his crèche manager, our heroine!
Never have I felt like a worse parent than that moment. When he was caught Luca began squirming and wailing: “Let me down,” over and over. It was awful.
My lovely friend pushed Max’s pram back to the car for me, and came back to mine for a cuppa to calm me down.
I’m hoping today will be a much more positive and relaxed day. It might be time to look into a set of toddler reins, something I thought I’d never have to resort to!