So today was my first day back in real life after a funking awesome weekend, and it is also the first day that Daddytwo is away with work. One down, two to go!
I managed to get through a full day at work without falling asleep curled up on my desk and to get home despite them removing the top layer of the road.
I got home at the same time as the boys were being dropped home by the Nanny - she filled me in on their day (she took them to MONKEY WORLD, the lucky little monsters!) then I was trying to find my way through the inexplicable mess into the kitchen when I heard them mention a chicken in the garden.
I thought they were being silly because there ARE no chickens in the back garden. There are quails, in their pen thingumy, but the chickens are clearly in the front garden in the chicken pen.
Apart from the one in the back garden.
So I chased the chicken, whilst the Nanny and her friend watched and laughed at me. Apparently if I'm laughing it's ok to laugh because it's funny. For the record - I wasn't LAUGHING - I was trying to cover the 'help me or I will FIRE YOU' rage.
Once I'd chased Miss Chicken back into her pen I saw that one was, somehow, stuck between the two fences (fox protection pro!) and another was standing on the roof of the hutch, demonstrating how the other two had escaped.
And then I moved the hutch, which weighs a ton.
And then I came inside, cleared a patch of kitchen to make dinner and fed us all huge plates of scrambled eggs. (Just to remind MotherVenting and SAHDandproud that is with smoked salmon and capers - because I am considerably posherer than them) It was like revenge.
And then I ran a nice bath to drop Jellybean and Midget Gem into, because they were covered in eggs and I needed to get it out of their hair before it set into cement.
And then Midget Gem did a poo in the bath.
And then trying to get to him to fish the poo away and stop him playing with it I slipped on the puddle where he'd thrown a jug of water out of the bath, and I fell in. To the bath. On top of the boys.
And then I dried myself off, cleaned the poo off myself and the boys, and the bath.
And then I managed to get them into PJs and read them a story, and have a few minutes where it was actually lovely.
And then I got them into their beds, managing to only be hit in the face with two books and only bitten once.
And then I had to clean the kitchen.
And then I had to feed all the chickens and quails, and I got poo on me again.
And then I made a cup of tea, and sat down.
And then the baby started to cry.
See you tomorrow!