Too damn hot! And I’m not a yummy mummy
It’s hot. Too hot for cooking. But I did anyway.
My first attempt and not-chicken and sweet corn soup:
I actually like it too. Child is also eating it. The same child who refused his cornflakes because there wasn’t enough sugar on them! (that’s not something I do, hence him refusing to eat).
On another note, my exercise today was a walk to asda. With the double pushchair. All fine until you add carrying the shopping to that! I nearly broke my arm with a basket full of milk and tins, trying to push the pushchair at the same time. In the past, I would have left it on the way in, (putting the kids in a trolley, obviously!) but the shop is being extended, and there’s no space anywhere.
I have cbeebies on for large child at the minute, but there’s something wrong. We were expecting balamory, and got the news headlines instead. I’d imagine there’s a few terrified toddlers out there today!
Taking baba for injections soon. Not looking forward to it! I can handle the actually meanness of holding him while they jab needles in him, but am stressed by other people. Anyone who makes a comment
if when my children are noisy annoys me a lot. Do these people realise that a grumpy 2 year old is normal? (ok, the fact that he’s the size of a 4 year doesn’t help). We’ll see how we go, if baba’s not too ill (he got poorly last time round) then I might get a chance to update later.
*about 8 hours pass*
I’m now supposed to be reading my stuff for
fat club weight loss support group tomorrow. And yet somehow I end up on my phone!
It turns out larger child was a bit noisy, but well behaved enough to earn his bribe of a lollipop on the way out of the doctors. I’ve been cutting down on the amount of sugar he has, so he appreciates treats more. That’s he theory, anyway!
He’s been poorly all afternoon (details not required and really gross), and I managed to get him to drink a whole cup of dioralyte (rehydration stuff), by putting juice in it. Unfortunately, it’s largely made up of salts and sugars, so he went a bit mental after bedtime stories, despite telling me “I’m just a bit sleepy” – owners of 2 year olds will probably agree with me, that isn’t normal toddler talk!
Small one screamed at the two ladies who stuck a needle in each leg, cheered up quite quickly, but grumped when we got home. A dose of calpol later, and he’s asleep, but still a bit too warm for my liking. But then again, so am I, it’s hot as hell in here.
On the subject of calpol…. I was at a baby group, and the subject came up. Turns out I’m a bad parent for not finding the special colour free version of it. Well, that’s not exactly what was said, but I felt that way! But surely these things cost more? My kids never miss out on anything they need, but i’m never gonna be a yummy mummy, I’m too poor. My baby sling (up to now, I’m getting one off eBay for my birthday) has been a quilt cover cut up. It’s worked very well. It’s just not as pretty as some of the ones other people have. There’s a sling library round here, but you have to put the value of the sling as a deposit. I don’t have that much money just hanging around! And I can’t be a yummy mummy because I carry my baby on buses. Yes. Public transport. Yummy mummies seem unfamiliar with this concept, giving road directions to everywhere and recommending baby groups in the arse end of nowhere.
And then I say, well, I can’t drive. And everyone looks at me like I’ve said something awful…
That’s why I’ll never be a yummy mummy, as they pop there babas into slings straight from their car seats, and walk in with make up (yes, they find time to wear it) intact, and I wheel my monstrous 2 seater pushchair in, hot, sweaty and stressed from the walk and bus journey, no make up covering my post natal spot outbreak, and usually sporting someone’s breakfast or some baby sick somewhere on my outfit.
So, anyway… I think I’ll stick with being me!