Sleep in

The baby sleeps through until 8 30am this morning! He gives me a gummy smile and then within seconds screams the place down in self righteous anger as if I deliberately tried to starve him. I have been awake since 7am. My mother's instinct kicked in urging me to get up and check Child#1. He has no school today so is allowed to sleep in. However, something tells me to go in to him and lo and behold his insulin pump has fallen out and his bloods are sky high. I shake him awake terrified that he has gone in to DKA...diabetic ketoacidosis. He opens his eyes and a litany of abuse flows from his mouth, a sure sign of high blood sugars. I send him downstairs to do a set change and soon his bloods  sugars start to fall.
I should stay up then as I am already late but I go back into bed until 8 am torturing myself with 'What if?' scenarios. What if I did not check him on time? What if his pump falls out when he is all grown up and no one is there to check him? Every few days the reality of his condition hits me all over again even though he is nearly three years diagnosed. The panic subsides and I give myself a shake to cop on and get on with it. I run downstairs to get everyone up. My husband is already up staring in the bathroom mirror at his misshapen face. I turn on Child#3's light and brace myself... he starts screaming at me to turn the light off. I hurry away to do Child#5's hair. Buoyed on by yesterday's attempt, I chance two french plaits today and she looks lovely. I take photos of my handiwork before remembering that we are in fact late. I jog to the kitchen to put on toasties. Child#3 declares he wants a wrap not a toastie. My husband steps in and makes it and I run back up the stairs to get dressed and see if baby is awake. I am running and jogging all over the place because I missed my workout again. I plan to do it now shortly after I finish my tea and chocolate biscuits.
I have just finished applying moisturiser to my face when as described above, the baby wakes. I hop back into bed and feed him and then my mother in law arrives. 'Hello PJ!' she bellows into his face. As mentioned before, his name is not PJ or anything like it. She won't listen to us so we just ignore her attempts to change his name now. I skip down the stairs and shout at everyone to get in the car. The St. Bernard gets in passed me. She bulldozes through the kitchen snaffling crusts off plates left on table and sliming everything. I throw a slice of cheese into the utility and she follows. Safe now, I continue to the car to do the school run. I wave goodbye to my darlings and warn my daughter not to let anyone touch her hair. Her sneaky class mate took her hair down yesterday because the older girls were admiring her hair style. Part of me hates not being there as her teacher but the other part loves dropping them off and taking off home again to watch Ireland AM!

Once home, I peel a load of vegetables and brown off the meat to put a stew on in the slow cooker. I catch  a cat trying to steal my stewing beef. He gets thrown out the door . As he sails through the air, I battle the other three felines trying to claw their way in. Note to self: I must buy more cat food. I ring the GP Surgery to get an appointment for my husband before his face explodes.
I better go do my 10 minutes exercise. I think I'll try skipping. That way I can continue to watch Holly and Philip on This Morning.
I  still have to put the Chicken on for Chicken Supreme, bring Child#4 for his cream bun, do the school runs, rugby and music.
I'll check in later!

I still haven't done my workout. I just hop on here briefly to ask if anyone else jumps from one thing to the other like I do? I do it in my mind; when I am talking about something and when I am actually doing something! I noticed some dirt on kitchen floor so I go to the hallway to get my little brush and dustpan. While in the hall I notice dust balls so I go to sweep them up on route back to the kitchen. Then I spy the hoover so I decide to give the hall a quick hoover. As I pass the main bathroom, I duck in to hoover there too. Whilst in there, I replace toothpaste caps, flush toilet, rinse bath and remove hairs from Child#5's hairbrush and hoover with one hand. Then I finally return to kitchen to sweep up dirt there and I end up typing away here! Even if I make to do lists, I jump from task to task!I put the hoover away, wishing it was a Dyson 10 or even an 8, as I wind up the cord.

The baby sleeps for four hours so I tidy my kitchen counters, phone table and sort paperwork in the  office. I collect the children from school and make a shopping list for Supervalu. I will run in before the music lesson. I plan to drop Child#1 at the rugby pitch and then come home again to do homework and bedtimes.