Hubby went off to the rugby tonight, a much-needed and well deserved night out for him. As most of you know, I cannot pick up kids for the next few weeks due to undergoing pesky hernia surgery recently.
So, my Mom came over to help during supper and bath-time. Supper went well, Daniel ate like a dream and I managed to smile away all the unsolicited (and well meant) parental advice.
Then it was bath time. First we couldn’t get Daniel in the bath. Then we couldn’t get him out. Or dress him. Or put cream on him. Or get him to choose something to watch.
I finally managed to herd the girls into the bathroom and Granny undressed them and put them in the bath. We hadn’t even washed them when Isabel fell and bumped her head really hard. (and I’m talking one of those bumps where the blue mark and egg pop out within seconds). As we were dealing with this Mignon decided to make a big fat poo in the bath. I managed to scoop out the first bits, but it just kept on coming.
It was like I was having an outer-body experience. My first instinct was to remove them from the bath, which, of course, I couldn’t. Then we had to figure out how to get them out of the bath and into the bedroom when only one of us can carry. We were literally hopping around whilst trying to figure it out!
My Mom also doesn’t do nappies, so I had to deal with Daniel suddenly being on the verge of dehydration and in desperate need of juice whilst trying to dress Isabel with her crying her little heart out and then dashing to put Mignon’s nappy on and finish dressing her.
Then, of course, the girls didn’t want to sleep and I could hear my Mom trying to quiet them whilst reading Snow White and the 7 dwarfs (after an extended debate about what to read). This whilst the cat was throwing himself against a bedroom door and the dog was moaning to come in from the cold. I was just praying that one of them doesn’t vomit, which, thank goodness, they didn’t. Bless them. And Daniel fell asleep in my arms. Sweet little man.
Oh Tania, I’m sorry for you but that is hilarious! When I got to the poo in the bath I was crying with laughter and trying not to wake up my sleeping household. This is better than any sitcom!
I can just picture the poo in the bath! Definitely not for the fainthearted 🙂 Sounds like our nightly ritual (minus one kiddie and a cat)! Poor Isabel – this is the type of bump Connor had on Saturday. You get such a fright!
Wow – sounds like quite a night. We’ve had the poop in the bath as well, luckily for us there’s only 1 kid to manage though.
Nope did’nt work, I still want children! 🙂
Hope tonight goes better!
Joys of parenting,I had shouldre surgery a while ago and for 6 weeks had one arm ,my left,so understand your frustrations
shame tania sorry for the rough evening u had! glad im not the only mom that sometimes has to deal with the poop in the bath thing though it really gives me the creeps (and i only have 1 child to worry about!)
I don’t know how on earth one cope with more than one child. Minki is such a handful, and bathing and dressing takes me anything from 2 to 3 hours.
Poor Isabel, hows the egg doing?