Wednesday Woes

I wake this morning feeling fluey and tired. I do not want to get up. I hide under the duvet hoping the rain will get heavier and my husband will be rained off work but no such luck. Child#1 had a hypo (low blood sugar) during the night and the baby woke at 4am so it feels like I've had no sleep.
I tumble out of bed and have a quick shower to wake myself up. I hear the children downstairs wondering a loud where I am. My husband gets them all up this morning. I quickly get dressed and feed the baby. I put him down without winding him so I can do my daughter's hair. My mother in law arrives down and picks him up and he gets sick all over her. It serves her right for trying to change his name.

Child#3 is screaming again about being late and so we speed over the road to school. I drop them off and hurry home again to the baby and Child#4. I run upstairs to relieve my mother in law. I notice cow dung on my barely used yoga mat. I play dumb and ask my mother in law what is on my mat knowing full well she walked all over it in her shitty wellies. She remains poker faced and blames poor Lucky the dog. 'That black dog is grinning at me all morning' she declares in ominous tones. I think the word she is looking for is grimacing or glaring but her message is clear...she is trying to say that it is dog poo on the mat when it clearly is not. Poor Lucky is not 'all there' or 'not the full shilling' as they say around here if you are not the smartest. She sits there groaning with a dirty sock in her mouth not realising what she is being accused of. I give a dramatic sigh and get the baby wipes and proceed to clean the mat.
I take the baby off my mother in law to go downstairs and she warns me all the way down not to fall. I turn on Ireland AM and watch it while I prepare breakfast and sort laundry. I try to listen to a segment on bras as I need a good supportive bra before my bosoms reach my knees. However, I cannot hear a thing as my mother in law keeps exclaiming 'What a thing to be showing on the telly..women's breasts and bellies! It's a disgrace!'
Luckily, my mother in law decides to go home and I am left in peace for another while. My eyes are stinging and my nose running and I feel so sluggish. I wander in to the bathroom to get tissues and apologise to the cat for barging in on him until I realise it is a cat and I am talking to a cat. My phone pings and it is my messenger from the girls. Feck it anyway...I had forgotten that we are meant to go for dinner on Saturday night. I had forgotten that I was meant to be looking all thin and svelte with them exclaiming how well I look after having a baby. Spurred on and in a panic I grab the skipping rope and try to skip. My first attempt sees me trip on the rope and tumble head first towards the freezer. Not to be deterred I try again and manage 5 skips before I feel something pop in my knee. I think of my sister's knee dislocating and decide there and then not to chance anymore skipping. Instead, I turn to Lucy's 7 minute workouts on you tube and do two of them. I also throw a few shapes on my yoga mat and jot that down in my planner as pilates and soon I am back on my stool enjoying a cup of tea and watching This Morning.

I decide to fold some clothes before taking Child#4 for his daily cream bun. I thankfully put Child#3's freshly laundered Tommy Hilfiger briefs in his basket. He got two pairs for Christmas to copy his older brother. My husband and I were shocked and horrified to discover a few weeks ago that he was wearing the same Tommy Hilfiger underwear for a few days in a row such was his love for them. I am sure to keep them washed now!
I feed the baby and bundle him into the car with Child#4. Child#4 has started talking like a baby in a lispy voice since his surgery. I fear he is getting too spoiled but only two more days of cream buns before he will be banished off to school again. As we drive around the town, I am dismayed to discover our three favourite coffee shops are closed for renovations and will reopen in the Spring. I am forced to take Child#4 to a restaurant where he gobbles down a pizza while I nervously check the time. I make it back to pick up the other children at 3pm. The rest of the afternoon passes in a flurry of toasties, dinner and laundry. Child#1 arrives home to say he is sick again and that he won't be going to school tomorrow. I tell him in no uncertain terms that he will not be missing any more days due to the sniffles.
I drop Child#2 and 3 to rugby and decide it is too cold to walk while they train and so come home again.
There is a Fitness Class starting in the local hall tonight. I am debating whether or not to go. It would be good to get out and mingle but I fear the real exercise and if it would be too much for me and my weak pelvic floor.
Then again, tonight is Dart night so maybe I should go out for a while before my husband leaves me with all the kids. More worryingly, my sister bought her wedding dress today which means the wedding is getting ever closer. I need to be super toned by then!
Anyway, I have half an hour to make up my mind. I think I 'll go and have a nice cup of tea.
Tomorrow is another music lessons day..ugh.
I really don't know how I will fit in work to my already busy days in April when my precious last ever Maternity Leave ends.
I am going now to join my smiling baby on his play mat....maybe I can get a few yoga moves in at the same time.
Slán!