I don’t care if Monday’s blue, Tuesday’s grey and Wednesday too…

Well tbh it didn’t get a great deal better really 🙁

Rachel and E came over and I had a bloody good winge to her about everything, Scarlett mainly cried as she was too tired to stand up straight (I had tried unsuccessfully three times to get her to sleep this morning and failed) and Davies was on some sort of high – (picture if you will, a cross between Zebedee and Tigger, with a dash of blue smarties for energy, a glass or seven of coke for sheer craziness and the pitch and volume of a seagull) which meant he had no choice but to run around the house cannoning off walls, toys and other small children shrieking at the top of his lungs about some sort of ’emergency’ (it was part of a very complicated game he was playing along with Roly from Bob the Builder and a toy spitfire plane!). He even seemed to try a couple of times (under great threat from me) but it was no use – he clearly has some throwback kerazzzy gene from one of our long lost loony great grandparents.

For once him and E played well together, there was some hide and seek, lots of tipping out of toy boxes but quite a bit of taking turns, sharing and being nice to each other – they even sat still for oh, about thirty seconds to play animal snap before getting all pissed off with each other about who had called snap first. In the end Rachel was a total superhero and dragged all three of them into the garden while I held a lovely sleeping baby. She ran around with them for about 20 minutes before ringing the doorbell and conceding defeat at wearing them out! It does seem to have done Davies some good though as he is now sitting eating tea infront of Dora and joining in with all the questions while Scarlett is sitting infront of the fridge taking everything out of it (need a fridge lock!).

A bit of self analysis (cheaper than a shrink, no need to delve into my childhood and every opportunity to blame the rest of the world instead of having to look inside myself to explain my rage!) tells me that because we had a crap weekend I have not recharged myself so thank (insert whatever force you like to thank when things are good, personally I would use ‘fuck’) it’s Thursday again already tomorrow! Infact the week does stand a chance of improvement still as tomorrow is yet to be arranged but I should be seeing Julie and on Friday I am supposed to be going shopping without the kids – so you could well see me using that Oh happy day, or even Woo-hoo catergory yet 🙂