Snow just spewed- I’m crossing my fingers and toes and apologising to God for not praying in 25 years – until now, “please don’t let it be gastro.”
Bill is in his office (our bedroom with his computer in it) “pretending” to work.
Billie-Violet comes in and cries to me, the cat scratched her – no shit- it’s been in your arms against its will for 1.5 hours.
Rumi is having nappy free time, he just pissed in his granddads shoe.
I check on Bill to see if maybe he could help, now he is pretending to sleep due to a sore back that he’s pretending to have, unfortunately for Bill I heard his iPhone switch off before I entered the room. #notsleeping
Arlo, “mum I’m hungry.” Me “dinners nearly ready” Arlo “I’m not hungry for dinner!! I want a biscuit!!!” He collapses in depression.
Billie-Violet comes inside to tell me why her life isn’t fair and why Arlo’s life is so much better than hers.
I start dinner. I’m starving.
Bills friend knocks on the door, I let him in. Bills imaginary back miraculously heals and he jumps up to grab his mate a beer.
I run the bath, put the twins in, look at my surroundings and consider this to be a good a time to clean the bathroom- that urge passes with great speed and I continue to look at my filthy bathroom.
Bill has taken over dinner, he has developed a limp for dramatic effect and some strange noises to insinuate that the sore back is getting worse.
Twins are over tired and screaming.
Arlo falls asleep on the couch, really bad timing- if I wake him up he’ll be a monster, if I put him to bed he will wake up in an hour and stay up until midnight. I put him in bed, pray again that he sleeps through.
I do Billie-Violets reading with her.
I dress the twins, make them a bottle and put them to bed. All is forgotten when they sleep.
I serve up dinner and sit down to eat my own.
Before I can even start Arlo wakes up and screams for me from his bed. His mood is fowl and he’s not going back to sleep.
Bill eats and takes his pretend sore back to bed, I follow him in there and inform him that his sore back has been nominated for an Oscar.. Bill “fuck off” me “you fuck off” Bill winks at me as I storm out of the room. I let myself down by laughing.
I make he kids lunches for tomorrow, healthy ones that I know won’t get touched but at least I will fool the teachers that I run a healthy house hold.
I run myself a bath, sit in it and relax.
Both kids come in and strip.
I got out.
I let the kids jump into my bed because I just can’t be fucked arguing with them about going into theirs.
All is forgotten when they sleep..
I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror as I pass the dirty bathroom..
Still wearing the crown… Still a queen. 👑👊🏼
Ps I think Bills going to pull through guys.