(*With apologies for blatant and shameless plagiarism of idea from the always-brilliant – but never more so than in this post – Belgian Waffle.)
May
your au pair leave you and your three wild children to fend for yourselves.
May
you quickly realise that you have more children than you can manage.
May
your son be so distraught that he tells you that he wished you had left
instead.
May
you agree with him.
May
you organise, at great logistical difficulty, a Daddy and Son day at a
waterpark to try to console said distraught son, and may he break his nose after five
minutes there.
May
your overriding reaction to this event not be worry or anxiety, but rather
annoyance at having One More Fucking Thing To Deal With.
May
your daughter retaliate against being sent to her room for picking the living
room wallpaper, by ripping strips of wallpaper off the bedroom wall.
May
your day generally start with a small voice announcing, through the darkness, and mere inches from your
face, that its owner needs a poo.
May
you organise a babysitter so you can try to get some work done, and may she
text you THREE HOURS after she fails to arrive to say that she has just woken
up.
May
you also have arranged for that babysitter to mind your children on the day you
are going to move apartment, and may you find yourself weeping into your
cereal-covered hair.
May
you wonder if the real reason she didn’t show up was because your son, upon
meeting her, asked her why she was so fat.
May
you have what can only be described as a Bastard of a Week and consequently –
and unintentionally – find yourself ordering tequila shots at a bar at 1am on
a Friday night .
May
you have to bring your son to a children’s party at 9 the following morning.
May
you be so hungover that you actually vomit in the middle of the children’s
party.
Three
times.
May
you give your son a dollar to leave the party early. May he pocket the dollar
and run off.
May
the only way you can get your child to leave the party venue after the party has ended be to tell him
that you’re so sick that you vomited. May you then be standing (somewhat
hunched) at the taxi queue and bump into a nice person you met at the party, to
whom you had confided you were “slightly” hungover. May you child inform her – and everyone else
in the queue – that you JUST PUKED.
May
you live in a city where it would never cross anyone’s mind to offer help as
you struggle down / up steps with a (very) heavily laiden buggy.
May
you live in a city of many steps.
May
your baby’s reaction to things she doesn’t like you doing be to pull the hair
from your head and bite whatever part of your body is closest. May there be many, many things she doesn’t
like you doing.
May
you have three small, wild, children, and move apartment.
May
you introduce your 3 year old to the lovely sweet old lady who is to be your
immediate neighbour for the next 2 years, and may your daughter, by way of greeting,
lift up her dress to reveal no knickers.
May
you know with horrific certainty that you will one day look back on these days
with fondness and nostalgia.
I have done the vomiting at a 4yr old's birthday party thing *thumbs*
ReplyDeleteOh no oh no. But so funny because it wasn't me. Sorry, still laughing.
ReplyDeleteOoooooooooh dearie... *Laughing my a.. off in recognition*
ReplyDeleteLimoncello works as well as tequila.
Hang in there!
May your baby throw her bowl of food on her head just after she's had a nice bath and shampoo (because of a nappy 'incident').
ReplyDeleteAnd may she throw the remains of that food of the floor you had recently managed to clean after untold days, no weeks...
May you loose precious time every morning trying to find underwears and socks for your family in the mountains of laundered clothes waiting to be sorted out.
May it rain heavily just on the day you decided to walk to the school to pick up the kids.
May your baby wake you up six times every night, for reasons she only knows...
May your diet never start and your trousers forever too tight.
May you discover that youre unexpectedly and unplannedly pregnant (by virtue of the godawful morning sickness which suddenly presents) one month after your two year old has begun sleeping through the night consistently.
ReplyDeleteOh dear God, may that NEVER happen to me. (I will be suing my obstetrician if it does). Commiserations. But also- a new baby!! CONGRATULATIONS!! It will be the best mishap which has ever befallen you.
DeleteOn the way to our recent vacation I became horribly sick without actually being sick. I can't tell you how scared I was that this would turn out to be morning sickness - but luckily, the husband and the baby started puking the next day, aka just a weird kind of tummy bug.
ReplyDeletePS: I know we have only met once, but I miss you. It was good to know you just around the corner xx
Oh phew (despite it being, ultimately, a Good Thing). Please move to Singapore? Xx
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