And so it came to pass that after a pleasant morning with Mol showing off her new confidence in walking and Laurie having had an enjoyable morning at preschool (a change from the screaming and wailing of the last week), the afternoon went down hill.
The rain set in and a cloud of mizzle hung in the valley like a wet sponge. This meant even a trip to Cow park to jump in puddles was sacked off in favour of wholesome wet weather indoor pursuits. So like the diligent Mother I headed to the craft cupboard and we set about on some plaster of paris creation from birthdays past. Mol then decided she was creativly unchallenged by her finger painting options and came over all Barbra Hepworth making holes in play dough and trying to get her hands on the plaster. A one year old with plaster of paris is never good. A one year old trying to snatch the plaster of paris from her brother is perhaps worse. Screaming commenced and continued into the afternoon.
By the time their father arrived home we were upstairs with the iplayer on, house in disarray, mother fraught, jewelery box strewn over the floor, Mol cross trying to wear an adult tsirt bra, both kids naked bar Mol's nappy and a bath full of poo. Nothing tops off a stressfull afternoon quite like pulling two kids from a bath newly full of poo.
Tonight we had Chilli- a good recipie and hopefully not to blame for the bath incident.
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