We arrived home from Waiheke Island around 6pm tonight. I had grand designs of sitting with a glass of Rose, putting thought to keyboard and tap, tap, tapping out a cheeky little blog post to ring in the New Year (albeit a week late). Instead, the youngest of our crew screamed blue murder the whole way home – fingers shoved in mouth and the repetitive “ferrrrrry, feerrrrrrrry” also spilling forth. It’s approximately 25 minutes drive from Half Moon Bay to Mangere Bridge. Yep, it was a long journey. That noise, combined with the squealing of the older two as they bit each others fingers and talked about boyfriends and girlfriends of the future (!), and my nerves were pretty frayed by the time we pulled in the driveway. Oh did I mention that I had the cat in a cage on my lap? Thankfully he was perfectly behaved and actually, stroking his outstretched paw calmed me somewhat in amongst the crazy of my offspring.
As luck would have it, our go-to local Thai takeaway was shut so it was off to the supermarket for husband to gather a rotisserie chicken, bread rolls, tomatoes and lettuce. Of course the young one wasn’t pleased with this offering so another couple of tantrums ensued. Thankful in a way for the intense screaming because it afforded me a look in his mouth where I discovered the eruption of those pesky 2-year old molars. Ahhhhh it all began to make sense. Random meltdowns, thrice-daily pooing, and slightly smelly breath (he is my only one who has suffered this teething symptom), and did I mention the tantrums? Yep, he’s teething. I have something to blame his behaviour on other than the terrible twos arriving super early (even though I think they also have!)
He came right. Baths, bedtime stories. Bedtime. Yaaaay. Couple of loads of laundry, nice full-powered-mains-water-pressure shower, squeaky clean hair, loofah scrubbed body, freshly moisturised … and here was my chance to finally pull out the laptop, dust off the cobwebs and get to blogging. But of course that was the exact moment the little darling decided to rear his beautiful head again.
So, now it’s 10.47am, I’m drinking Chamomile Tea and I’m not going to get to say anything remotely awesome… except, please make sure you never put your most emotional and ‘needs Mama to sing to her to calm her down’ child on the top bunk. It’s bloody hard work standing up there on that stupid ladder trying to bring peace to a troubled tired six year old who experienced her first bee sting today and simply can not deal with the intensity of the itching that is harassing her now. Her Daddy gave up… so of course Mama had to go sing that same song that I used to sing to her when she was a baby. To this day it’s the only way I can calm her down when she gets worked up (which might be quite regularly).
I’ll be back real soon with more to say than random mumbling – like maybe tomorrow, depending on those small people that need me more than I sometimes anticipate.
Mostly, I hope you had a wonderful break over the past couple of weeks. Shame the sunshine didn’t bless us more with its presence, but time away from the regular day to day is always welcome and spending time with family and friends is to be appreciated.
Welcome, New Year. 2016 is a year that I’m very much looking forward to. Already seven days deep… I know it’s gonna fly by even faster than the last!
Let’s talk soon x