Thursday, May 28, 2009

Double Trouble...

I don't know how I'm going to do it. As I look around myself at the never ending mountain of chores and my tiny housekeeping assistant whose main skill seems to be creating chaos wherever she steps foot, I am slightly scared for the future.

Today is not turning out to be a great day. It turns out that cleaning bathrooms and unclogging drains with a toddler in tow do not make for light work. When I wasn't busy keeping razors and cleaning fluids out of reach of the snot princess, I was chasing her down to remove coins from her mouth (god knows where she finds the things but she does) and pick bits of mangled toilet roll out of the just hoovered carpets. She found a roll of the stuff and had it half destroyed in the time it took me to waddle across the room after her.

I am considering giving up on feeding her indoors at all and simply throwing food at her in the back yard as I feel as though I spend half my life wiping out that bloody high chair and the other half picking oatmeal and peanut butter out of the Snot Queen's various crevices whilst she screams the house down.

Our floors have accumulated a constant cover of grass clippings and dirt as she insists on bringing half the garden indoors with her on her clothes after every outdoor excursion making sweeping the floors an excercise in futility which I stupidly plug away at anyway. Add to that the fact that she is ridiculously tired and crying at the drop of a hat but refusing to go down for a nap and you could say that it's been a difficult afternoon.

How the hell am I going to manage two?


  1. I would suggest selective blindness. I never wear my glasses in the house, I'd only see too much dirt. You'll be a great mum to 2, and whenever it gets too messy just get out of there. As the Mad Hatter once said,'I want a clean cup, let's all move one place on.'

  2. You are born to be a mum, you said it yourself.
    You will be given enough love and grace to cope.