Does anyone else find that as soon as they sit down they have a child either clambering on them or calling their name wanting something that instant?
This happens to me everyday! The boys are playing happily so I stick the kettle on, make myself a cup of tea and get myself comfy in the corner of the sofa. I intend to watch the boys play while enjoying a hot cup of tea. In my dreams!
As soon as I sit down its like the boys know that I would like a few minutes peace. There are a few things that they do to ensure I don't get that.
1 - They start to fight. Its either screaming in each others faces or actual physical fighting which means I have to move from my very comfy spot to split them up and to make sure no one is hurt.
2 - Climb all over me making sure that there is no way of me drinking my tea without it getting spilt.
3 - Want a cuddle. Now I love cuddles and I would give them a cuddle all day long but when all i want to do is just drink my tea, I don't fancy a cuddle. But I obviously don't turn them down so we do have cuddles that if I'm honest turn out to be lovely and are the best part of my day.
4 - Decide they want to sit right next to me (on my lap) to once again prevent me from having a minute to myself.
5 - As they pass me they stand on my feet, wheel over my feet with the toy pushchair, trip over them so it means I have to get up to comfort them. They even find ways to trip over my feet if they are tucked in as close as they can get to the sofa.
6 - They will decide that whatever toy they are playing with needs to be played with on the sofa next to me. This is when they will kick me, push me around as they play, sit next to me, drive the car over my head or knock me with their arms are they are flying whatever toy it is, doesn't have to be an aeroplane, around their heads.
7 - They finish their drink and they would like some more - like now! They act as though they are dehydrated and haven't had a drink in days.
8 - They shout my name from the conservatory, where I cant see them, in a panicked voice so that I need to go and see what's up. And more often than not its because they have lost a puzzle piece.
But then if I do get a couple of minutes to myself while the boys are playing happily together in either the conservatory or Finley's bedroom, when I go and see what they have been up to I walk into a bombs site.
Now this is definitely a Mummy's life but I wouldn't change it for the world!