When my children remind me why some animals eat their young!
The day started off like any other with a 6am wake up from miss 3(who's usually been up for 30-45 already, playing in her room as she insists on waking at the first rays of light) and the usual demands for immediate provision of breakfast. Which true to form resulted in 1/3 of said breakfast being spilt/smeared over placemats, table, upholstered chairs and the floor *sigh* And of course the little people.
Tooday has been one of those days where every time I turn around they're trashing/breaking/destroying something else. Considering we've been out for a large proportion of the day, is a feat in itself. Or they're rolling around on the floor screaming and trying to kill each other(like right now) for some reason that I'm sure justifies world war 3 in their eyes. All the while I'm trying to make some token effort to tidy up, which is of course pointless till they're both asleep, and drowning out the screams by repeating the phrase "Bring on Bedtime" over and over in my head.
Dinner tonight is care of the newest member of the family, Thermie. She is so great, makes life easier, our diet healthier and as long as we treat her well, never complains(well husbeast, the consultant is would be the one doing the complaining but you get what I mean ;-) ) Chicken in Yoghurt it is, partly because I have nearly a kilo of fresh homemade yoghurt waiting to be used and partly because the reviews sound good, watch this space...
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