I don't know why, but besides being in lockdown with this COVID-19 outbreak, trying to manage a baby who has just started crawling and a toddler, as well as trying to organise a wedding which may or may not happen this September, I have decided to start writing a blog. Maybe it's to keep my insanity. I don't know why!! 1 sec! I can hear a spraying sound in the background....
Nope I was wrong in that, instead I discovered Benjamin(the toddler) putting stickers on his willy in the playroom. I don't know about any of you other parents, but this lockdown has effected my mentality to the full!!
Just to warn you, I will try my best but there will be moments when I have bad spelling, punctuation and grammar as I am trying to write this as well as manage the kids.
Right this moment Elliott(the baby) is pushing a toddler chair back and forth, uh oh that didn't go well, he just donked his head with the chair, ooo of course the need for a breast feed. I'm now sitting on the sofa leaning over to my 10 year old macbook on the coffee table, typing with Elliott on my lap drinking from my boob. God I feel like a milk churn. Now the other one has come into the room munching on something, maybe that's what that sound of him stomping through to the kitchen was, he has something hiding behind his back, aha an apple, at least its healthy. He's noticed he's not getting a reaction out of me so the apple comes out and he's now eating it as loudly as possible, looking straight at me with those naughty eyes. Oh no! he's gone out of the room, I wonder what's going to be next? Well at least everything I know of is out of reach.
Yesterday he managed to find the soldering iron, he managed to take it out it's case, plugged it in, burned his fingers and then unplugged it, zipped it back in the case and called for me saying that his fingers hurt. Luckily I recognised the burns from burning myself with the soldering iron, put his hand under the tap for a while and then called 111 just in case I may have missed out anything. They asked how long I had put his hand under cold water for, to be honest I had no clue, it could have been 30 or 40 minutes or just 5 minutes. It really wasn't on my mind at the time, so I just said about 10 minutes just to be on the safe side. Oh no!! Did the guy say 'no more and no less than 20 minutes?', well surely if its longer than 20 minutes, it would be safer than less, he wasn't complaining and he preferred the coolness of the tap rather than the soreness of the burn. The hand hadn't got wrinkly. Well his hand would be better under for longer rather than shorter despite the man saying no more than 20 minutes well as no less. Benji was such a good boy, I was very proud of him, he listened to everything I told him, he even kept the cling film on through the whole journey of going to the hospital and waiting for the doctors. I was quite embarrassed as I had been in there the week before with Elliott and the nurse recognised me. Benji had managed to work out how to unlock the cupboards in the kitchen and left a washing tablet on the floor, which Elliott found and burst right on his face, into his mouth and eye. This was just while I was in the toilet for only a minute. Luckily I put him straight under the tap and washed every bit out of his mouth and off his face. The doctor mentioned that usually you would see burns from the liquid as its toxic stuff, he mentioned I must have been really quick. I'd recommend not to buy the Aldi washing tablets until they put a child lock on the box. It was the only time I bought them as because of lockdown I didn't want to go through the cue at Tescos as well as Aldi to get the Fairy tablets which are child locked. A lesson learnt by me!
Benji just came in with a potty full of a lovely big disgusting poo, wow!! I was expecting something really naughty, I misjudged my own son. "Yay!!" This is when my hyped up acting comes along, I am really trying to master it,"WOW, WELL DONE MY BEAUTIFUL, thats INCREDIBLE!! YES thats a wonderful poo!". I managed to buy some Paw Patrol stickers the other week and with my design skills finally coming to use, I drew up a chart to put the stickers on and once each row is filled up, he will get a big treat, though I haven't managed to work out what that big treat is going to be yet. Luckily he's still got the enthusiasm to fill up the chart with the stickers as we have already managed to fill up one row. Though how do I praise him with a sticker when as I head to them, I find that he has managed to get hold of all the bulbs Toby bought for the garden and ripped all the packets apart, I have no clue in what time he managed to do that as I have been watching him all the time. Maybe it was that time I went to the loo again? My stress levels are to the maximum, I am on edge all the time, if Benji is in the other room I have to check every second otherwise I may find him painting on the sideboard or drawing on the dog. Toby is busy with work so I hardly see him, and when I do see him, he's not in the greatest of moods himself. He seems to think that I've been enjoying myself with the kids all day in the glorious sun when every second of the day I have been trying to keep a toddler entertained to keep him from destroying the next thing on his schedule. Though he wouldn't know as of course the kids are on their best behaviour when Daddy is home.
Nope I was wrong in that, instead I discovered Benjamin(the toddler) putting stickers on his willy in the playroom. I don't know about any of you other parents, but this lockdown has effected my mentality to the full!!
Just to warn you, I will try my best but there will be moments when I have bad spelling, punctuation and grammar as I am trying to write this as well as manage the kids.
Right this moment Elliott(the baby) is pushing a toddler chair back and forth, uh oh that didn't go well, he just donked his head with the chair, ooo of course the need for a breast feed. I'm now sitting on the sofa leaning over to my 10 year old macbook on the coffee table, typing with Elliott on my lap drinking from my boob. God I feel like a milk churn. Now the other one has come into the room munching on something, maybe that's what that sound of him stomping through to the kitchen was, he has something hiding behind his back, aha an apple, at least its healthy. He's noticed he's not getting a reaction out of me so the apple comes out and he's now eating it as loudly as possible, looking straight at me with those naughty eyes. Oh no! he's gone out of the room, I wonder what's going to be next? Well at least everything I know of is out of reach.
Yesterday he managed to find the soldering iron, he managed to take it out it's case, plugged it in, burned his fingers and then unplugged it, zipped it back in the case and called for me saying that his fingers hurt. Luckily I recognised the burns from burning myself with the soldering iron, put his hand under the tap for a while and then called 111 just in case I may have missed out anything. They asked how long I had put his hand under cold water for, to be honest I had no clue, it could have been 30 or 40 minutes or just 5 minutes. It really wasn't on my mind at the time, so I just said about 10 minutes just to be on the safe side. Oh no!! Did the guy say 'no more and no less than 20 minutes?', well surely if its longer than 20 minutes, it would be safer than less, he wasn't complaining and he preferred the coolness of the tap rather than the soreness of the burn. The hand hadn't got wrinkly. Well his hand would be better under for longer rather than shorter despite the man saying no more than 20 minutes well as no less. Benji was such a good boy, I was very proud of him, he listened to everything I told him, he even kept the cling film on through the whole journey of going to the hospital and waiting for the doctors. I was quite embarrassed as I had been in there the week before with Elliott and the nurse recognised me. Benji had managed to work out how to unlock the cupboards in the kitchen and left a washing tablet on the floor, which Elliott found and burst right on his face, into his mouth and eye. This was just while I was in the toilet for only a minute. Luckily I put him straight under the tap and washed every bit out of his mouth and off his face. The doctor mentioned that usually you would see burns from the liquid as its toxic stuff, he mentioned I must have been really quick. I'd recommend not to buy the Aldi washing tablets until they put a child lock on the box. It was the only time I bought them as because of lockdown I didn't want to go through the cue at Tescos as well as Aldi to get the Fairy tablets which are child locked. A lesson learnt by me!
Benji just came in with a potty full of a lovely big disgusting poo, wow!! I was expecting something really naughty, I misjudged my own son. "Yay!!" This is when my hyped up acting comes along, I am really trying to master it,"WOW, WELL DONE MY BEAUTIFUL, thats INCREDIBLE!! YES thats a wonderful poo!". I managed to buy some Paw Patrol stickers the other week and with my design skills finally coming to use, I drew up a chart to put the stickers on and once each row is filled up, he will get a big treat, though I haven't managed to work out what that big treat is going to be yet. Luckily he's still got the enthusiasm to fill up the chart with the stickers as we have already managed to fill up one row. Though how do I praise him with a sticker when as I head to them, I find that he has managed to get hold of all the bulbs Toby bought for the garden and ripped all the packets apart, I have no clue in what time he managed to do that as I have been watching him all the time. Maybe it was that time I went to the loo again? My stress levels are to the maximum, I am on edge all the time, if Benji is in the other room I have to check every second otherwise I may find him painting on the sideboard or drawing on the dog. Toby is busy with work so I hardly see him, and when I do see him, he's not in the greatest of moods himself. He seems to think that I've been enjoying myself with the kids all day in the glorious sun when every second of the day I have been trying to keep a toddler entertained to keep him from destroying the next thing on his schedule. Though he wouldn't know as of course the kids are on their best behaviour when Daddy is home.
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