As we enter a new week it has got me reflecting on the week just past. It started out well with an excellent first night for Noah in his big boy bed but it went down hill from 8.15am on Monday morning!
We left home just after 8.15am to start our second week of driving Finley to his new preschool, as we have yet to move, and 10 minutes into our 25 minute journey we hit some traffic. I had presumed it was something to do with the low bridge we travel under every day so I didn't take the turning that would take us around the back roads. First bad move right there. We crawled along for 30 minutes! Until we reached what was causing the traffic jam, traffic lights for the relaying of tarmac to someones drive way. I have no words for how this made me feel fit for the blog. We arrived at preschool dead on time and luckily found a parking space right outside.
I then received an email at lunchtime from the council to say they wouldn't be considering our new address as we were yet to exchange even though they had evidence of us buying the house, which meant Finley will be classed as out of area. Cue tears, shouting and telephone calls to loved ones that could calm me down and speak words of wisdom. Bedtime 2 of the new bed came and wasn't too bad but we were woken up a few times by both of the boys. Not the best night but not the worst.
Tuesdays commute to preschool came and I got stuck in even more traffic, this time heading through the little village Finley's preschool is in. I was so close yet so far, but with no spaces outside the preschool this time off we marched to get there on time. Not too much drama this day so onto Wednesday it was.
This time the commute was drama free, we were early and the week was looking up. After a lovely walk with a friend, her daughter and their dog Wednesday was problem free, until that night. The boys went down ok but we had a rough night with another few wake ups and Noah announcing at 5.10am it was morning time. After some coercion we managed to get him back to sleep until 6.30am. Once the morning arrived there was a very tired mummy and two very tired children!
Throughout the week the boys behaviour had been getting worse with their attitude and general fighting between themselves. I was looking forward to Thursday and a date at the soft play so they could just run wild.
Thursday wasn't too bad, we had fights and attitude but with our trip to soft play the boys were happy. And then Thursday night came.
The night of hardly any sleep.
I saw every hour on Thursday night/Friday morning and to say my mood wasn't the best on Friday morning is an understatement.
Noah was off to preschool so it was a day for me and Finley. I had planned the cinema but after some not listening from him and finding out the motorway was half closed, that idea was binned off so we headed into town for a coffee. I explained we had a few jobs to do and then we could go for our treat. After touching everything in a card shop along with a tantrum and then pulling down a sign in another shop I announced there would be no treat and that we would be going home. So off to the car we went with Finley literally screaming the town down and making me look like the worst mother in the world. When we got home there were tears from me but then everything seemed to calm down. Until after nursery pick up. All they did was fight and with my tiredness I shouted a few times and couldn't wait until bedtime! Cue the mummy guilt and the questioning myself of am I too tough on them?!
Saturday was no better with the constant fights and the not listening. Both my husband and I were at the end of our tether. Where had this come from? And I am ashamed to say this but I really wasn't enjoying parenting at this point after 6 whole crappy, no sleep, stroppy toddler days. We needed a break and we all just needed some sleep!!
Sunday morning really was no better and with the cancellation of the McDonalds breakfast before we headed off to see my husbands parents for their birthday due to some terrible behaviour, the day was looking to be a lot like the rest of the week been.
But to our relief it wasn't. It was a good day. Yes there were tantrums but no major fights and I enjoyed their company.
The past week has been a tough one and one of the toughest we have had in a very long while. This is partly due to the lack of sleep on all our parts and I really have my fingers crossed for a better week next week.
|They still managed to make me smile|