ye multitudes (ok 3 erm 4 of u out there)
, guess which of the following is my least favourite moment of the week…
1. i found myself crying over spilt milk, this morning. I was holding the packet and one moment later one litre of the cow’s white stuff was splattered across the hall… *i hate to describe horror scenes, i’ll spare you the gory details of clean-up*
2. it’s almost noon. I could be the brand ambassador for body odour. i want to sink in the tub for at least one hour. i settle new-born into sleep; i give first-born some dots to join. i step into the bathroom and barely touch the soap.
on target, first-born begins his bang-on-the-door-come-out-and-draw-me-a-police-car-chant. Gah! I pop out in the next few minutes. i am still brand ambassador for b.o.
3. baby param has been coughing all through the week.
give him the probiotic that he promptly spits up; there’s more crying. change wet nappy; crying is now howling. change tee; howling and coughing…
baby param is exhausted and wants nothing but to shut his eyes. and what does older brother bring into the room — annoyingly grating squeaky toy!