It turns out that aside from being an alleged adultering, slightly faded 90's boy popster, Mr Ronan Keating may have had the odd wise piece of advice. Life is indeed at times, a rollercoaster. I suspect however Mr Keating was not singing of the trials of managing a young family.
Today started well, if a little early, as Laurie slept thru for the first time in a while without waking and screaming 'I want my mum' until he wakes the house. It was such a treat to have a full 6 hrs without having to share the bed with a very sweet but rather sweaty little boy or a little girl who just wants to poke me in the eye of shove her fingers up my nose. After the luxury of a shower, which was only briefly interrupted by a tot demaning a poo..I was full of good intentions to style my hair properly for the first time since it was cut a month ago. However, five minutes after picking up the straighteners and ten minutes before we were due to leave for a party, I am called to assist in the lastest event of toddlergeddon.
Mol had decided to throw her chair backwards onto the floor whilst fastened into her booster, whack her head and vomit her breakfast all over her father. One call to NHS direct later and we are rushing about to gather things before dropping Mol and her Pa off at the Children's Hospital and taking Laurie, rather late to his party.
The party was great, although not so much my last minute grab of an outfit. Sadly a mini skirt and leggings is not the ideal demure look for crawling thru the spiders web atop the soft play..and definatly not for clambering out of the scary toddler tube slide. Mol, was fine...she seems pretty indestructable. We were dismissed from the hospital with some head injury leaflets and instructions to wake her at midnight to check she isn't sleeping too deelpy...! Goodbye 6 hrs, it was short but so sweet.
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