One of the “I can do anything”-days.
A dad that studies at uni from 8-6 (7 on Mondays) three days a week and works shift-work the rest of the days combined with me being on my L-plates – because I never got around to get a license in Copenhagen, since everyone just use push bikes over there – and us living in a not-so central area makes it a bit of a logistic puzzle to get the days filled with both playgrounds, kindygym, shopping, swimming lessons, beach, and what not.
Sometimes we don’t even manage to leave the house. But…
Today I succeeded!
I managed to get Abby up and get us both ready to leave the house at 9 am. That’s early for us, since she is normally sleeping in (bless her) and I’m just soooooo bad at getting everything ready to leave the house in time. Never enough time, right?! I blame the kid. Just because I can now – before she arrived I had to blame the cat. Or the bus. Or the push-bike. Or maybe the TV for putting on THAT important reality show just when I had to get outta the door. Today she actually did do a poo JUST as we were ready to leave. True story.
Anyway, we caught the bus and went to kindygym. 45 minutes of pure awesomeness. They even have a foam-pit!!! Do I have to say that I use the equipment just as much as Abby?!
Then off to catch a bus back to our area. Do shopping for dinner. Get home just in time for lunch and nap-time. Gooooooodbye to all the calories it burns to walk everywhere with a stroller. Win.
The kid fell asleep. BREAK!…for 25 minutes. Then little homie Jagger showed up with his mum. I had to babysit him for the day. Two toddlers – what could go wrong.
I got this! Or so I thought…
I took the kids out into the garden. Everything was all fine and dandy. Then I witnessed my first live motorbike accident. CRASH! Homie Jagger went straight to the ground – concrete ground – face first. His little plastic motorbike all of a sudden went ballistic and out of control. Poor kid had no chance. So there I was. Abby on her way up the stairs, me with the washing basket in my hands, homie Jagger face down on the ground screaming.
Put the basket down. Run to the screaming kid. Make the body check: Is he bleeding – YES! Does he have his theeth. YES! (Thank God). Is it bad – YES! Does he need a doctor – probably not.
I was keeping calm on the outside while I was pretty much panicking inside. I mean, I only had to watch some other peoples child for one afternoon. I pretty much had one job. Yep.
Fixed it all with blood-stopping ice cream on the lounge in front of the TV. Happy days.
Should I ad that homie Jagger has never hurt himself for real before. Not like Abby who falls and bleeds every week because she climbs pretty much everything. So when his dad picked him up and saw his swollen lip and bruised face he got very quiet and pale and left in a hurry.
Abby’s dad came home a couple of hours later. As I mentioned in the beginning I pretty much succeeded at everything “MUM” today (except for the bleeding homie), so dinner was, naturally, prepared.
Family dinner. Story time. Toothbrushing. No problem.
To end a pretty loooooooong but good day I even managed to put Abby down, while daddy Josh did uni-work, with not even one whinge or “NOOOOOOO”. That does not happen every day. Today it did.
Ohh, the little victories of being a mum.
Now time for some lounging and crappy TV.
Over and out.