Procrastination

We’re getting ‘holiday ready’! Not a body thing (that ship sailed) but the preholiday week of attempting to get shit together whilst consistently being unprepared.
Choosing the accommodation was bad enough.
Can’t share room with kids, they’re noisy.
No balcony, Seth’s a climber.
No ungated pools, they’re fearless.
Nowhere TOO hot, we all get grumpy.

Then there’s travel planning. Aoife isn’t too bad but how do I entertain a very ‘active’ two year old in a tin can flying through the sky???
OH I CAN’T EVEN BEAR THINKING ABOUT IT.

Good news is, my babies are back from their holidays providing endless entertainment and distracting me from holiday prep.

“Owwwwwww. Owwwwww”
“What’s wrong?”
“I just hit myself with this?”
“So don’t do it”
“I can’t help it, I just keep doing it”

“Why are you eating an orange?”
“It’s my breakfast”
“Why can’t I have an orange?’
“You can, would you like an orange?”
“No, I don’t like oranges”

“I’m drawing this water stripey”
“But water isn’t stripey”
“So how would you draw it?”
“I’d colour it blue”
“So water isn’t stripey but it is blue? OK Mummy. OK”

“Theo is coming to play this afternoon with his Mummy”
“Oh that’s amazing. Great!”
“We’ve not seen them for ages have we?”
“No, it’s really exciting. What time will they be here?”
“About 1.30”
“Remind me mummy. Who’s Fiona?”
“Fiona?”
“Fiona who’s coming to play”
“I said THEO”
“Ohhhhhhh. I know Theo!”

6am
“DADDY. DADDY. DAAAADDDDDDDDYYYYY”
“Yes Aoife, what’s wrong?”
“Someone’s left Seth’s bedroom door open, he might get woken up or disturbed”
“So you thought you’d wake me up by shouting to let me know this?”

Lying in bed
“MORNING MUMMY, GUESS WHAT TIME I WOKE UP?”
“I don’t know”
“6.30 THAT’S GOOD ISN’T IT MUMMY? MUMMY YOU’RE SO BEAUTIFUL”
“Thank you, why are you shouting?”
“BECAUSE SOMEONE TURNED MY EARS DOWN AND I CAN’T HEAR PROPERLY”

“I did something in the bath this morning and it made me really sad”
*sad sniff*
“What happened?”
“I don’t remember but I’m so sad”

“Don’t talk to me so loud like that”
“If you do as I ask then I won’t get cross”
“You getting cross serves you wrong!”
“Serves me wrong? That’s not even a thing!”
“Well you’re not right so it serves you wrong”
Can’t argue with that logic.

Aoife never fails to make me smile, even when I should probably be cross.

And she writes beautiful letters like this too.