Yup, it's school holidays here... and I've been up to my ears in rug-rats.
Big ones, small ones, toilet trained ones and those who don't have a clue... and just poo in their nappies with wild abandon.
Small, smelly, fiddly, fussy people who want to do this.... no, wait I want to do that instead... she touched my paper... no, she touched my paper... I want more paint please...she's eating my paint... I don't want a nap.. I'm too BIG for naps... Taters, can you hear that? the baby is crying... somebody is at the door... make him give that back... I'm hungry... I want to go home... I never want to go home, because this is so much fun and I WUV OOO!
Nice, but not nice... ya know what I mean?
I just thank God that I can send them home at the end of the day,
because by the end of the day,
I can fully and completely understand why some species eat their young!
But today, as a way to celebrate their (semi) good behavior and as a way to get me out of the house, so that I can see other grown-ups and gaze longingly at people who aren't going around the twist... people with clean, unmarked clothes and nice hair that isn't standing on end with some sort of freaky purple something stuck in it... I'm going on an outting!
Yes, we're going to McDonald's !
I'm goin' IN ...with 7 children !!! 1,2, 3, 6, 8,8 and 9... and all girls!
This quick little treat means dragging out the double stroller and loading it with 2 little ones and assorted crap, pushing 1 wheelchair and the rest will be walking and carrying the rest of the "this stuff is absolutely necessary if we want to leave the house for 5 minutes" assorted crap.
All to go one block.
If I don't return, please contact McDonalds.
They should be able to give you the phone number of the psyche unit.