I1. Commence building work in your house and move into one main room with a 2+5 year old. Dust everywhere, 8 and a half months pregnant and restricted to one room. Who would be crazy enough to cause themselves such stress 2 weeks before the baby is due?
Mind you, it was cute to see how Bean waited patiently for Daddy to come home so that he could ‘go and look at the wall come down’ and how he’d spy on the builder through the cracks in the door. And it does look mighty beautiful now and the space- well, who knows how we coped before. Won’t be long before the space shrinks and is full of stuff (mostly toys) although that will give me another excuse for a little Ikea storage trip.
2. Decide to move 2+5 year old into bunk beds when they have never shared a room before. First night = not a complete success.
7.30pm: attempt to put children to bed. Bean jumps out of bed, Pip is horrified (having never left her bed without calling for us. Didn’t realise how amazing she was- guess we’re paying for it now.) But amused, Pip sends him on whispery missions around the house whilst mum and dad attempt to get him back into bed.
8pm: Toilet trip #no 1,2 and 3
8.30pm: Feel smug as Bean falls asleep and remains asleep but Pip has a hysterical fit because she wanted to fall asleep the same time as her brother.
9pm: Pip’s hysterical fit continues and wakes Bean up.
9.30pm: All quiet on the bedroom front.
3am: Pip and Bean awake and are ready for some fun. Toilet trip #no 4,5 and 6. I find them in each other’s bed and snuggled in a made up bed on the floor.
5am: Pip and Bean still awake and bouncing off the walls. Squidge wakes up for her feed.
6.30am: All finally asleep.
7.45am: All up for the day.
Hey ho. Am hoping they remember how to sleep soon.
3. Tackle the school’s PFTA. We didn’t choose Pip’s school, we didn’t get in to the local school (I am still bitter) and in the end were placed at a school a drive away. Let’s just say its a school with a troubling history but its on the up! I wanted (along with most of the other reception parents it seemed) to be as involved as I could in the school, especially whilst on maternity leave and also hoped it might be a way to make new friends! However, the first PTA meeting was an eye opener! No charity status, a lovely lady running it but only one of her ( and she had got rather set in her ways with how she did things), no accounts, no bank account- it was all being fun in a rather dodgy way.
So, the day before I went into labour, there I am trying to put the world to rights, having a rather heated discussion with this lady trying to understand how on earth this PTA has been running for the last few years…… Maybe that’s what started the contractions and needless, to say I haven’t been back to any meetings…. Yet….