Two Under Two.

It's 15.20 on a Monday afternoon, I am still wearing what I wore in bed last night, I haven't even managed to put on a bra, and I don't recall brushing my teeth, although - I managed to brush Williams so perhaps I did mine at the same time, who knows? The nap William normally takes at 11am didn't happen because I foolishly left a vitamin C lollypop laying around, which he found, and wanted to eat. So to avoid having an arguement with him and the ensuing tantrum, I let him eat. Which lead to him not wanting his nap, no, he wanted to run from one end of the flat to the other, crashing into the wall like he was a crash test dummy. So at 3pm he decided he was tired, so I had to fight to get him into his cot and then he passed out, because he was flipping tired from all that wall crashing. 

Lily wanted her ten am bottle at nine am, despite having been on the boob since five am (growth spurt me thinks?) and hasn't wanted to be put down at all, so I have had to wear her in the wrap all day - even (rather shamefully) wearing her whilst taking a poo break with the door open so that William could race in and out as he pleases (because closing the toilet door only causes tantrums). Perhaps I brushed my teeth then? I wish I could remember. 

The day started with promises (to myself) that I would do the Zumba Fitness DVD Mr O downloaded for me, and that I wouldn't snack on toast with lots of butter. Well I have a sleeping baby strapped to my chest who wakes up the moment I put her down, I cannot see the living room floor for toys and crumbs, and the dining room table is full of dirty cups/bowls/plates that need taking into the kitchen and washing up. I also have a mountain of clothes on the floor in the bedroom that need putting away, and ironing galore. I'd like to just put my feet up and enjoy a cup of tea, but the guilt (and the mess) staring me in the face of indulging in something so selfish just means I wouldn't enjoy it or be able to relax, so I am going to have to whizz round and get the flat looking ship shape. Just so when William wakes up he can make a mess all over again. Oh, and I need to prepare dinner too, because when they are both awake it's impossible to do anything with one in my arms and the other hanging off my leg. Good job I did the shopping yesterday because there's no chance I would get out of the flat today, it's a case of having to think ahead, plan, and be uber organised... which although I am still a novice I am learning! I have learnt from past mistakes, I always make sure we have plenty of cat litter, and toilet roll!  Don't want to be running out of them again in a hurry... what a mess.