1.  Howlround

2.  Clash

3.  Bump

Stille Nacht, Heilige Nacht. Alles schlaft. Until Son 2 aged 2 started SHOUTING FOR MUMMY. I sprang out of bed to get to him before he woke Son 1 aged 5, sleeping next to him, scooped him up and put him in the Double Bed between The Man and me.  Granny is in the Big Bed upstairs, and The Man and I are next to the boys. I checked the time on a clock downstairs.  4am. The little beggar.  He tossed and turned and wriggled and writhed. At 0445 I gave up and got up. On the Bright Side. I copied dates from 2009 into the 2010 calendar. I cleared out the mess in my bag. I paid a bill which had been outstanding forever. I ordered school photos. I made the lunches.

Son 2 wasn’t impressed with being left at home, Son 1 was Perfect Child. A long drive in this morning because of the rain. I dropped him off and had another Hard Day At The Office.  I have muddled up Son 1’s Parents’ Evening. I thought it was today, which I could have left early for.  It isn’t. It’s next Tuesday, and already my whole day is jam-packed.  The Man will have to go without me.  Bright side: I bought a new dress from TK Maxx.  There is an Important Office Do on Thursday night.  I took it round to the Godmother for a second opinion. She approved, and provided pashmina and handbag.

When I got home, Son 2 chortled, giggled and clung.   Both boys were excited… there were two plastic bags resting on top of the water in the Fish Tank. Granny has bought four more fish.  Son 1 has carefully considered, and named them Fluffy, Floppy, Zizzy and Sulky.  Friends for Flossy and Coupon.  An instant shoal.  They seem to be getting on ok.   In Son 1’s bag there was an apologetic note from his class teacher. We can’t have the time we asked for his Parents’ Evening appointment. She’s happy to do another day and time if it would be more convenient. Oh all right then.   As you’re unable to fit us in, we’ll re-schedule.  No, no, don’t mention it, we don’t mind at all.

1.  Help

2.  Yogic flying

3.  When I grow up

The Man is back.  Got home yesterday, so when I got stuck at The Office I could ring and say “Where are you?” “Home” “Good.”  So I had help this morning.    Son 1 aged 3 and a half was in with me - he arrived in the night and turfed The Man out.  Son 2 aged 9m started cooing with a pooey nappy at 0530.  They went to bed before 7am last night so I can’t complain.  Even though we were all up at such a scorchingly early hour it was still a scrum to get to nursery and work.  The Man made me a packed lunch.   I ate it all at 11am.   

Got back from The Office and went upstairs where The Man had already done Son 2’s bath.  You never saw such happiness on two little faces. Son 1 leapt up shrieking for The Biggest Hug of The Day.  Son 2 sat with his little tripod legs spread out but bent at the knees, wearing nothing but a nappy.  He bounced up and down on the bed laughing and smiling, doing his yogic flying thing to get towards me.

Poor Son 2 could hardly keep awake - he was asleep within 20 minutes of my getting back.  Son 1 was in the bath.  They had cake at nursery because one of the nursery nurses is leaving.  “Why?” “She’s going to be a police woman.”  “Why?” “Because when you’re a grown up, you can choose what you do for work.  What do you want to do?” “A fireman. With a fire engine. Daddy what will you do when you grow up?” Me: “We’ll have to wait and see.”  The Man: “A sailor.”  “Mummy what will you do?” “I’ll be the Boss.”     ”I will live in a fire engine. And I will be a jungle hunter.  And an underwater hunter for sharks and whales.”