Feels like Eloise has always been with us. I’d stick to the cliché and say that I can’t remember a time when she wasn’t with us, but this is untrue… I even remember a time when Nico wasn’t with us, and I could just dash out the door whenever I wanted to without needing to first plan for naps, snacks and water, spare clothes, car seats, nappy changes and shoed feet.
First day without Papa who’s deserted the household yet again, this time for a week in Fiji. If I didn’t know better I’d suspect a mistress. I’m lucky enough to have my Dad with me for the next two weeks (week 2, Bas is going to Australia. I’m feeling unloved.) so this really helps.
We went grocery shopping today, and there is no way I’m taking both kids out shopping by myself. Between Nico who was quite happy wandering around the fruit & vege store by himself (no dual toddler/infant trolley) and Eloise who didn’t want to, understandably, stay in the uncomfortable plastic infant seat, I was wishing for the nth time that I were an octopus. Or at least grow just one single third arm so I could hold both kids and push the trolley. That’d be a 50% improvement. Evolution hasn’t really kept up with mummies’ needs - disappointing. And forget the supermarket embarrassment of having a toddler throwing a tantrum. Worse than that is getting a premature let-down reflex right on the day you forgot to wear a bra & breast pads then having to walk around with two wet patches on your shirt.
Must run. I’ve been summoned to impersonate a milk cow. Again.
