Calling my bluff

Lately Little Mister has been calling my bluff waaaaay too often and forcing me to follow through on my didn’t-think-I’d-have-to threats. Like yesterday afternoon. He decided that jumping on the bed and ignoring my request to get dressed was more fun. So I threatened to leave him at home. He just giggled and jumped away. Sensing I was fast losing control of the situation (I think the jumping on the bed was my first sign), I told Papa Bear that I was going and just taking Little Miss with me. She still believes my threats :-D

Me and Little Miss had a GREAT time veggie shopping and picking up take-out for dinner. If there was a coffee shop opened, I would have stopped and ordered a soy chai latte for me and a baby-cino for her. It was blissfully relaxing! The Papa Bear on the other hand, did not have a great time with Little Mister. Apparently, when he had finished jumping and giggling like a maniac (approx. 5 mins after we left) he was inconsolable. He could not believe that we had left without him and kept checking the garage for the car.

Anyway, today I had a little more luck dressing him in the morning. He did try to run away from me but when I threatened him with I’ll-leave-you-at-home, he was dressed in a flash. Now I just need to work on stopping him from running away from me in crowded shopping centers and filling the basin until it overflows all over the bath room floor!

I’m fine

Whenever I say “I’m fine” or “I’m ok”, there is ALOT of context behind it. Like today. “I’m fine” considering I’ve been up since 5am chasing my soon-to-be-pre-schoolers all over the place. “I’m ok” given that I’ve just bathed, dressed and brushed the teeth of two kiddies who didn’t want to be bathed, dressed or have their teeth brushed. I mean it could have been worse. Really.

I didn’t lose my nut too much. My neighbours won’t learn the names of my twinnies because I’m screaming them.  I got out of my pajamas. I left the house. I was social. The twins napped. The mess from dinner was dog-cleanable (aka all over the floor). The bath water all over the floor is mop-able and Little Mister and Miss are now asleep. Their Pajama Party cancelled after I grabbed Little Mister and put him in the port-cot in our room.

So, yep. I’m fine. I’m ok and I’ll feel a whole better when I raid the fridge for sweet stuff! Gimme sugar!!!!!!!

Groundhog Day

You know that movie with Bill Murray in it and he keeps waking upto repeat the same day over and over again until he gets it right? Well, lately I feel like I’ve been living my own groundhog day. At least the mornings. I get up woken up by my two early birds, I make them go potty, we watch a cartoon (their reward and my time to wake up) and the day begins again. Same as yesterday and the day before that.

Now I’m the first one to give the rountine-is-key tip to any new mama or papa that asks me but I’m over my morning routine. This morning I was this close to chucking Little Mister and Miss in the pram and going to a nearby park…until I realised that I’d have to get out of my jammies and that just wasn’t going to happen. So instead I made a different breakfast (a muesli recipe I saw on playschool) It very nummy. Just not quite nummy enough to get me out of my morning routine rut.

I need tips! How do you get out of a morning routine rut??? Or is this just my brain rebelling against too many early mornings?

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