5:38am – the sequel

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As if it wasn’t enough her getting me up very early, within 10 minutes of her having her bottle, she threw up over herself, the sofa, my new cushion (from Matalan, isn’t it lovely?), and my pyjamas.  Cue a stealth dash upstairs to get clean dry clothes for us both, very very quietly so that I don’t wake child 1.  I could pull off a rare gems heist I’m that quiet…  And for once, things go right and child 1 remains asleep.  Yay!  Small mercies and all that.

sick on my leg

Back to porridge…

The holidays are over.  And I couldn’t be happier.  I know I’m not supposed to say that, but I’m so happy to be back into our normal routine of playgroup, ballet classes, library visits and mums and tots groups.  The holidays for me felt like an endless exercise in how to keep two small people entertained.  We did the Easter egg hunt, painted some eggs, made rice crispy cakes, went to the park, went for a cycle ride – that put the first morning in.  The problem was that my husband was working lots of long shifts.  He worked over the holiday weekend, and was away overnight.  So I was on my own with the kids.  There were no mums and tots groups, no playgroup, no classes to attend, no organised activities.  For a whole two weeks.  And then they both got sick.  And then I got sick.  And with all the coughing, spluttering, sore throats, ears, and high temperatures, there was not much sleeping going on at night.  Which meant that everyone was tetchy during the day.  We were not ourselves.

So I for one am glad to be ‘back to porridge’.  Porridge is warm, comforting, healthy and routine.

I like porridge.

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