All before 9am!!!

This week is going to be a long one!

This morning I started my day at 3am with a teething bubby who had a temp and was quite sad :(

I hunted out the baby panadol, trying not to wake the rest of the household - too late - Sash had seen me and decided to assert herself as my protector, dashing across the back deck and barking to scare away the boogey men!!! Thank Sash. Taz decided to get up and have a look at what was going on, just to let me know that she too would spook the boogey men she gave a quiet little bark (no need to alert the dreaded boogey men to her presence too much!)

All that barking was enough to cause a stir in Jaz's bedroom. I held my breath. And held onto the sad baby and tried not to drop the medicine box I was removing from the top of the fridge with my spare hand. Jaz settled, gave a cough and a sigh and all was quiet - except the deep grumbly snore resonating from deep within my bedroom.

Panadol located and measured I administered the magic elixir and plopped onto the couch to give a comforting feed. Just as my sad, unwell, teething baby started to nod back off to sleep the panadol (otherwise referred to in our house as baby speed) kicked in. Eyes opened wide and a gurgly, milky grin appeared. 'No bubby, sleep time' It was about this time a big raspberry was blown in my direction with addictively giggly laughing following. *sigh* Welcome to Monday I thought to myself...

A half hour of lolling around on the couch, trying not to doze off and trying to keep the now alert and active baby from climbing down from the couch to play I decided he was going back to bed - awake or not. To my surprise I climbed back into bed shortly before 4am without any hysterics from Kaydes room.

It was at about 4.30 that Jaz decided to wake up and call out from her room. What was it she wanted? Not Mum, no. not Dad, no. "Muuuummmm, I wanna watch my shows". I responded a little more tersely than I had initially anticipated with a gravelly growl, "Go back to sleep - you cannot watch the telly in the middle of the night!" I don't really know what happened next as I think I fell comatose back onto the pillow.

5am and Kayde woke back up, sad again though not feeling too warm thank goodness. I sleep walked to his room, retrieved him from his cot and returned to my bed, nursing him back to sleep just so I could get a few more minutes myself.

Next thing I know I am woken at 6am by the pooling vomit soaking through my top and a happy gurgling little boy climbing over me trying to get to the snoring man next to me!

"Mum, you awake now, can I watch my shows?" Jaz was curled up on the recliner in the lounge. Had she been there since 4.30? Shit I hope not!!!! Oh well, I breathed a sigh resignation and flicked the telly onto ABC. thank goodness for ABC!

I wiped myself as free of vomit (just milky thankfully) as I could muster through my fog of sleep deprivation (did I mention I only went to bed at 11 after Kaydes late feed?) and plopped onto the couch. The vomity baby (sorry, Kayde) seemed quite thrilled with himself as he played and Jaz was most happy watching the telly so I just sat and tried to stay awake - at least I think I stayed awake. I didn't even get up to make Craig lunch or see him off - just sat - mesmerised by my own ability to exist with such little sleep.

I eventually got up and turned on the coffee machine, went to the fridge for milk and on a whim had a sniff before pouring - gag blergh gag - sour milk - lucky I didn't vomit myself!!! So it was off to the shops for milk and bread.

I piled both kids into the car and discussed with Jaz what I expected from her. She was to stay with me (no running off) and not touch anything, no getting herself things and no whinging. She agreed and I told her she could have a flavoured milk drink if she was a good girl and followed those rules. She gave a big smile and said 'sure I will' (her favourite response at the moment). I can't believe I actually felt confident we were going to have an incident free trip to the supermarket.

Ok, you can stop laughing now. I know it was naive of me....

So, groceries complete and Jaz reasonably well behaved I purchased the prized banana flavoured calciyum. All seemed well... Too well, I should have known better.

On the way out we stopped at the bakery for a loaf of bread. "Mum, I want a treat"

me - Jaz you, have a milk drink, c'mon and we'll hop in the car and go and have breakfast
Jaz - No, but Mum, I really want a lollie ice cream (you know the meringue things in the cone?)
Me - Jaz, c'mon mate, you have been good, don't spoil it, let's go.
Jaz - tears burning her eyes, But Muuuuuummmmm I said I want a lollie ice cream!!!!
Me - Jaz, no! Lollies are not a breakfast food and you are not behaving by yelling at me
Jaz - feet stomping, tears rolling Mummmm I want a lollie icecream
Me - Ok, bye Jaz, Kayde and Mummy are going home now - said while walking away
Jaz - Screaming, wailing, arms flailing about - 'Noooooo I want a lollie ice cream, I want a lollie ice cream, I want a lollie ice cream......
Me - Well I wanted a little girl who behaves herself, looks like neither of us is getting what we want are we? (OK, probably not the most appropriate response to give a three year old but hey - give me a few hours sleep and I may come up with something more age appropriate and conducive to the situation)

Following the full blown 'bertie beetle' style tanti Jaz point blank refused to get in the car so after several warnings and counting to three I picked her up and put her in - Jaz yelled, screamed and told me off - you should not do that!!! I said I did not want to get in the car!

I believe my response was something along the lines of "tough"

Holy Moly It was about 8 o'clock - Welcome to Monday