Yesterday…

Yesterday was shit.

Even though Isaac standing up on everything was very cute, it was slightly less cute when he used my ponytail to haul himself to standing. Once there, he tried to remain standing, using my eye sockets. He’s very um, grabby. And his grabby hurts. Sometimes I’d just like to put mittens on him so he can’t keep trying to claw me to bits.

Add the grabbing, standing, falling and clawing to a lovely tummy bug and Isaac was miserable yesterday.

So was I actually, as I ran backwards and forward to the toilet, retching all the way. I think I’m better today, thanks to some anti-nausea drugs and a few panadeine fortes.

Sigh.

Then, on top of Isaac and I being sick, Amy got into some flour. You ask why I’m keeping wheat flour in the house, knowing that Amy has gluten issues? Well I’m baking a wedding cake remember? I can’t throw it out until December.

She finger painted with my foundation. She poured water into Nathan’s tobacco. She smeared herself in honey.She also screamed like a banshee and wailed and cried and I think she might have spun her head around in circles at some point.

I popped her into the shower to clean off and when she got out I rubbed her dry and sat her on my lap to have a talk about why we don’t play in the honey/foundation/tobacco/flour.

She wee’d on me.

All over my lap.

I might have cracked the shits just a little. She was sent to bed while I got my head back together.

There were other various assorted things but oh my god, I was ready for bedtime. Unfortunately, the actual falling asleep didn’t happen until 2 hours after bedtime and I didn’t keep count of how many times I had to put her back to bed.

Sigh.

Dear Saturday. I want a do over. You sucked.

Dear Sunday. I know our morning has had a rocky start, but I’d like if you were better than yesterday. Please.

Update: Sunday, you’re not playing nice. It would be better if Isaac and I were no longer sick. Also, a little less energy for Amy would be fine. And less naughty. I’m sick of the naughty.

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You know, to make me feel better, you could head on over and press like on THIS photo for a competition I’m in? If the link doesn’t work properly, mine is the photo of Barbie and Chuck. The page it’s on is a Fan Page, not my page, so you don’t need to be a friend to like it, although you may need to be a fan. I’m not sure.

I’d love you forever.

Promise.