What is it about five o’clock that makes kids go so totally feral? If the Monster isn’t stretching my dress to within an inch of its elastic he’s incessantly uttering ‘hold, hold, hold’ until I pick him up, trying my best to cook spaghetti bolognaise with one arm. It’s a humorous sight if you’re not covered in tomato paste with a twelve kilo toddler hanging from your hip. Once dinner is done and the clean-up of artistically splattered spaghetti sauce completed, the bed/bath routine commences.
Lately I’ve been sharing a shower with Lachie for the simple fact that it saves time. So after we’re all dry and I’ve managed to wrangle a nappy on him (for the sake of our carpet) I try to encourage some ‘quiet’ time chilling out and reading on our bed. Which to the monster means body-slamming piles of pillows, playing with the totally out of bounds lights, and laughing like a maniac. Oh and intermittently reminding me where my ‘eye’ is by poking his little finger in it. Thank you child, my left eyeball was merely there for show.
I decided a few nights ago to get the camera out to capture the craziness that is the post-bath, pre-bed wrangle. It’s not surprising that when I ask Lachie if he is ready for bed the definite answer is NO.