Today has been a trying (and tiring) day. Pouring rain cascading outside the manifold windows of my dad's 36th floor condo this morning was a bad omen. Maybe it was something in the air, but the monsters were incorrigible today. Numerous spills on white carpets, tantrums too numerous to mention, and a total lack of disregard for authority (mine I mean) meant that today is drawing to a close not a moment too soon.
Friday, 24 July 2009
The monsters have taken to doing improv gymnastics on my father's treadmill - hanging upside down like little primates and laughing with glee at the look of horror on my face as I panic, envisioning permanent spinal damage.
Dumpie has had five (count 'em) outfit changes today...the laundry basket heaving and a quickly diminishing wardrobe at the mercy of a snack-frenzied toddler.
Egg cannot understand why I scream and holler when he plays ball in the apartment. Apparently all the glass vases and other breakables are mere knick-knacks to his unseasoned eye.
I have taken to slipping off downstairs to the gym each day for a brief respite from the drain of single parenting - pounding out my frustration on the dependable old elliptical machine.
At this rate I'll have shot nerves, crazed eyes but hard thighs by the end of the summer...
Posted by "Moaning Mum" at Friday, July 24, 2009