My half term week in numbers: 1 five year old, 1 1.5 year old, 4 molars cutting, 2 head colds, 1 bout of conjunctivitis, 5 unnecessary plasters administered, 1 middle of the night projectile vomiting incident, 1 week spent sleeping in a bed without sheets with 2 little people because of 5 overflowing baskets of washing, 2 overworked boobs. 1 fostered guinea pig, 15 google searches along the lines of ‘can guinea pigs eat cauliflower?’ (No. And FYI peace lilies are poisonous to them; might have googled that one a bit late although I appear to have got away with it 😳) 39295618 guinea pig poos (mostly lurking under the sofa, still). 1 storm, 1 power cut, 8 out of 9 days of rain, 7 times I uttered the words ‘uh oh mud, thick oozy mud’, 7 face plants into thick, oozy mud (thus the 5 baskets of washing), 18 discussions about the pros and cons of emigration. 3 showers, 0 wees alone, 30 daytime hours spent wearing PJs, 20 hours of CBeebies (both conservative estimates), 26 new rainbow artworks to find space for on the fridge, 3 new words learned. 1 day in London, 3 play dates, 4 family members visiting, 1 photo shoot, 1 trip to the zoo and 1 adult only lunch date. 1 kid who woke up this morning saying ‘I want to stay with you’.
‘We didn’t do much’ came out of my mouth several times today. I think maybe I underestimated myself.