(Less than) Two weeks to go until baby time and I realised I haven't worn all of my maternity clothes yet. You know how you just always throw on jeans and a t-shirt? So I've been wearing them. My maternity clothes I mean, besides the jeans and t-shirts. It's fun. Luckily the weather obliged so I could wear some shorts. I've got some skirts to throw in there and maybe another shirt or two. Things don't change just because you're pregnant. Or I guess I don't change, just because I'm pregnant.
It's school holidays this week and my sleep credits are way down. I haven't managed as many naps (oh the humanity! Less than one a day!), but I can tell you there is another way to manage that 4pm crash. It lives on the top shelf and smells and tastes delicious. And luckily it's been on special at Pak N Save recently.
I took the kids for a walk today and it rained. We were out for more than an hour with no jackets. You see, we were walking a loop, and had to get back to the car. I let them bad mouth the weather for half an hour before we retired our inappropriate language again ("Rain is STUPID"). Partly because I felt responsible for our situation and that they were justified to be annoyed, and it also helped me to come back from being on the verge of tears. Think: 8 months + pregnant, two crying children with cold hands to hold, three bags and a dolly pram that had been abandoned, rain, and a very hilly garden path. In shorts and jandals. Letting them vent meant I didn't have to. And it brings me joy that "stupid" is the extent of their knowledge of negative adjectives.
I promised them a hot bath, hot chocolate, hot chips for lunch, hot cake from the oven. They were fine by the time we made it home but we indulged in the first two promises anyway before I called it quits. And then we had McDonalds for dinner. I decided I couldn't be rained on, walked out, and yet patient, forgiving, see to the house and make dinner all at the same time. So I dropped that last one (at least) and we had a relaxed evening.
The thing about me though, if you didn't know, is I'm a bit of a germ-o-phobe. The kids had already had one bath today and I wanted to come straight home to bed, so I didn't let them in the playground. Isn't that half the fun of McDonalds? But all the worst stories kept coming to mind so I made it a no-go zone tonight. Good kids. Sadie just wanted to look at the playground before we left. Other than that we kept clear. They'd had ice cream, so I didn't feel too bad.
As I said, they'd had ice cream, so when we got home I got them to run "races" up and down the street. "We'll take turns winning" I said when they both cried. I guess being competitive runs in the family. And it was the end of a long, hard day. Have I ever mentioned that my kids are not walkers? As in, I pushed Theo in a pram till he was four, they will sit down and cry instead of walk, and only having a bike to ride and Theo starting school and being in a class full of kids that walk (to the zoo, to the movie theatre, around the museum all day etc) has changed this. Or started to change this.
So we're all pooped! Good night!