Are Mums even entitled to be cranky? because really who other than us really cares?
At 33 weeks pregnant i think I am entitled to get cranky every so often and today was one of those days..
I think it all began when I got up and realised that after lying in bed craving eggs and soldiers, my husband had eaten the last one.
THEN
My 2 year old beat my 4 year old out of bed to the couch.. Because in my house for some stupid reason my boys have a race every morning to see who gets to the couch first.. its like a victory that sets the tone for the day.. and when master 4 loses- watch out!!!
THEN
My 2 year old Tom cruised past a laptop cord on his trike and tore it apart from the laptop.. the laptop was saved.. the cord was not
THEN
I decided to leave the safety and madness of the house and go grocery shopping. The whole time my boys growled at every single person who passed their way and thought it hilarious to take things from the trolley and watch their poor mum try and pick them up.. i ended up having a yell.. and had a couple of obvious saintlike grandma aged women look at me with distaste? poo to you old ladies- you take them for an hour and see if you survive!!!
THEN
Master 4 decided to ask a lovely old chap at the checkout (with dentures) what he was eating.. which obviously he was eating nothing but his poorly sized false teeth .. nice one..
THEN
I got home and sent them to my room, with the tv and a dvd and somehow in the excitement they decided to somehow get cordial from the kitchen without my knowledge and spill it in my bed
THEN
Master 4 who has a few sensory issues insisted that for him to go to swimming lessons I would need to be in the pool today.. SO at 33 weeks pregnant WITHOUT togs.. wearing my husbands boardies, I went to swimming lessons, in the pool with my crazy master 4 and master 2 and a very amused swimming instructor
THEN
we got home and toilet training master 2 peed 3 times randomly throughout the house.. and I nearly cried.. I told him mummy was very very very cranky.. and so he cried… and then I had a bit of cry too and hugged his pudgy little body while we both had a cry and then I gave him some smarties (us some smarties) to cheer us up..
THEN
smarties + toddler = the biggest horribilist poo ever… enough said
AND THEN
My husband who was due home at 4 rang to say he would be late because his dad had broken our chainsaw and it needed to be fixed.. mmm.. SO
THEN
Mr Brisbane Kids walked in — how was your day? I am so hungry! — chips devoured.. then ‘ i am off to have a shower’ and i glared.. for the longest time.. and he knew I was cranky because he started talking very very quickly ‘any news- how was your day blah blah blah’ until I said.. ‘cranky..very cranky and cant really talk to you right now’ ..
FINALLY
and so now I sit here.. kids are safely tucked away from their mothers glare… and I contemplate the day where I had planned to do some mister maker with the kids, bake some cookies and read some books.. lots of good stuff.. and instead I am still pretty cranky.. still pregnant.. hungry with a messy kitchen and contemplating how to avoid this crap tomorrow… thoughts???
2 Comments on "Cranky Brisbane Mum"
Step 1) Remove the couch or add a second couch
Hang up on husband 
Step 2) Ensure bikes are only ridden outside
Step 3) Leave kids at home with a ladybirds carer whilst you go shopping, and have the children engage in activities that distract them from the ‘naughty’ things they could be doing
Step 4) Keep cordial out of reach in the fridge
Step 5) Skip swimming lessons if he doesn’t want to swim on his own
Step 6) Master 2 keep outside until he is ready to pee in the toilet, may as well make use of the garden fertiliser!
Step 7) Remove smarties from the house
Step
Step 9) Leave husband home with kids whilst you go and enjoy some alone time
Step 10) Know that tommorow is another day, and to stop it happening again you need to buy a second couch!
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