1.  Brothers At Dawn

2.  Museum Visit

3.  Paperwork

Very late, so very fast.  An ok night, The Man went prowling just before 6am, and Son 2 aged 18m started to cry at about 0630. And then he just did his little barks.   I went down to find both lights on, Son 1 aged 4y 6m on the big bed, and Son 2 still lying on his tummy in the cot, sleepy red in the race, looking divinely cute. I put him on the bed for a cuddle with Son 1 and they were the sweetest little things, lots of cuddles and kisses.  They do seem to love each other so much. I hope it lasts.

To The Museum with the Wednesday Friends. Not our most successful visit.  Son 2 kept trying to emigrate so I walked miles after him.  And of course he gets a ride home in the Big Pram. He only slept for about 20 minutes and I could not get him to go back to sleep when we got back to the house.  Son 1 woke him; I coughed;  Son 1 coughed. I gave up and let him get up, knowing there would be a meltdown by tea time.  There was.  However. On the  bright side.  We had asparagus in the Veg Box and both boys ate it at tea time - Son 1 asked for seconds. I consider this a triumph of Mummy Might.  An unidentified green vegetable lands on both their plates and they both try it and eat it.

After bedtime The Man and I did the filing.  I cannot say how overdue this has been.  But we have a Mortgage Offer, 11 months after our last deal expired.  And Son 1 has a place at a nice primary school so we need to work out what we’re doing about him.  And I’m kind of hopeful that if we managed to do it by cracking down and cracking on this evening, we might possibly be able to keep on top of it a bit better in future.

1.   Craving Sleep

2.   Fighting Sleep

3.   Losing Sleep

Lordie we are all tired.  Son 2 aged 14m barely made it past breakfast before he was eye-rubbing, yawning and shrieking.  Son 1 aged 4y 1m was producing weapons-grade sibling rivalry.  I held Son 2’s hands across the highchair table; and Son 2 laughed.  Son 1 stopped what he was doing and came and climbed on my knee, blocking out the route to the highchair table.  I put Son 2 down for his sleep, and Son 1 and I played Scooby Doo and made Pirate finger puppets.

i am doing a Running Gag. Whenever anyone asks if The Man is back, I say yes, but he’s Very Tired.  Our neighbour walked down to The Town with us, asking The Man when he’d got back.  “Yesterday,” he said.  “He’s Very Tired,” I said.  “Don’t you get tired then, Serenedays?” she said, Getting It beautifully.  We wandered along in the rain, Son 2 in the Big Pram, Son 1 in the buggy.  “We’ll just have to push them and they’ll fall asleep and then we can have a coffee,” I said.  Son 1 fell asleep eventually.  Son 2 just went on and on and on.  It was an amazing feat of endurance.  We’d stuffed him into an anorak, in a cosi toe, with his new (hot) hat on.  His hat fell down over his eyes so he could only see out at the bottom.  And still he stayed awake. 

Back home he was so tired he needed his tea at once, but melted down before he’d had very much.  We think there is a teeth thing going on again.  Son 1 says his teeth hurt at the bottom front.  Hells bleeding bells.  I’ve probably dissolved them in fruit juice.  Bathtime was agony, getting them to bed was awful - Son 2 woke and woke and woke… but when I finally got him to sleep I rang a Friend  for a chat and felt better. And The Man is having a go at all my outstanding filing.  Good to think it’s getting done. I’m a bit worried it might be like Son 2’s tidying up though… bits of cheese spread sandwiches left in the vegetable rack, crayons in the washing machine, jigsaw pieces in the bin.