I had a bad day. (as you may be able to tell by my constant moaning - sorry)
I had to wake up at 7am because Drew was starting work at 8, and Daisy was a massive jumping bean. My mum went out pretty soon after Drew did, so I was in the house on my own.
Daisy went back off to sleep around 9am (like usual) and I finally got to sit down. I was scrolling on Tumblr when I suddenly really needed to use the toilet. This has never happened when she’s been asleep and no one else has been in the house before and it suddenly dawned on me that I had no where to put her other than on our bed. So I managed to waddle upstairs without pooing myself, lay her down on our bed and build things around her so that she couldn’t roll off. I pooped (still regretting eating all those blueberries, sorry I know it’s TMI) and then climbed into bed with her.
We reawoke at 11am and I managed to make and eat breakfast while she sat in her highchair. I was on my last fricken mouthful when she started pooping. I got up and started changing the biggest dirty nappy I have ever seen in my life, I mean, it was like in her armpits.
So…I decide we need a bath. I get everything ready so we can get in whilst still holding her pretty well but then remember that I have no towel, so I sit her down and run to my sisters room, I come back 2 seconds later and she’s somehow managed to get hold of the bin in the bathroom and is pulling all the rubbish out of it and throwing it up in the air!
Then in the bath she’s sitting in her bathseat while I wash her and while I put the soap back down she full on dunks her whole face down into the water. I panic, pull her out, hugging her and patting her on the back to see if she’s ok - she just coughs and carries on playing with her rubber duck!!!! This all happened before lunchtime.
Yeah, it’s time for bed.