(Beni fell over, got a cut on his lip and wanted a plaster...)
There is never a dull moment. And I know from experience that even if I try to create a dull moment (i.e. a moment in time for myself) they will end up smearing poo on the carpet or on their toys while I'm otherwise occupied. Or why not on the carpet and then driving their toys through it? Yeah that wasn't a dull moment.
So I got on the bus wielding a buggy with two hefty boys, already feeling rather hot, flustered and in pain. Then Beni decided he wanted to get out of the buggy, ending up nearly upending it which made me drop my purse (which was open because I was putting away my bus pass) and so of course all my coins fell out onto the bus floor, rolling under all the seats. I hadn't managed to put the brakes on the buggy yet and so when the bus started to move, the buggy also made a sudden move backwards into me, sending me and my arse backwards into the lap of a man sitting in one of the seats in the buggy area of the bus. Awesome. Really awesome that was.
Oh yes of course everyone's eyes were on me to see how I would handle all of this, and although there were f-bombs going off everywhere inside my head no such profanities passed my lips and I handled the situation with complete (frazzled) control.
Fortunately once I had picked up all the coins I could find from the floor it was time to get off the bus so I didn't have to make eye-contact with anyone. They were probably too scared to anyway...
I have been reading the book I Just Want To Pee Alone which is "a collection of hilarious essays from 37 of the most kick ass mom bloggers on the web" and I must say it really is doing the trick and helping me feel quite normal - the fact that I'm not the only mamma who deals seemingly constantly with poo, snot, dirt and noise from rather raucous boys is like a soothing balm to my soul.
But I also need to mention the wonderful cuddles and affection they dish out. The laughter and fun we have, their hilarious fun-loving personalities and individual dancing styles (these boys can pull out some moves!).
The cuteness factor is at an all-time high when they run through the house naked after having their baths. I can assure you their bottoms get LOTS of pinches as they turn and run away, making them squeal even more.
No wonder our neighbours moved out.
That's another story in itself really... okay I'll tell you.
All you need to know is that they have come over and complained numerous times about the level of noise and screaming that filters through the walls to their house (gotta love these English attached houses with thin walls) and even threatened to call Social Services. Nice people that they are.
Anyway, they've obviously had enough and moved out last weekend. (sniggers behind her hand)
I'm grudgingly accepting the fact my house will hardly ever be tidy, so don't expect a house tour post on here any time soon. Give me about 10 years for that. Or 3 days without children around to 'mess things up' again.
I don't think I'll ever get over not having a full night's sleep or sleep-ins.
I know that once I don't have to deal with poo anymore I will feel like a new woman and there will be much champagne. Oh yes.
I look forward to being able to fold the washing, turn my back on it for 5 minutes and have the folded piles in the same place they were, not scattered all over the floor with little bodies hiding under them playing 'Houses'. A house of bras, undies and socks is not a very stable one anyway. A bit draughty.
I look forward to being able to kiss a little finger better without wondering where it's been...
What the neighbours never saw was the massive amounts of love and laughter that reside in our house.
I could literally love these boys to pieces, even when I get yelled at, called a 'meanie' and that I'm not their friend anymore.
This is my life with boys. And yes, it is quite a ride, but I'm not regretting it one bit.