Its gone midnight, i have snuck out of bed because i was just lying there wide awake, this post might get published tonight if its not realised im missing and i get dragged back to bed!
I should be tired, while they all went out to the movies and bowling i was looking after a friends daughter while she worked (the normal babysitter is sick), i have forgot how much energy a 2 year old has, well she is 22 months old..close enough.
The house is not child proofed because mine are 10 and 15, she seemed to take great delight in emptying any drawers and cupboards that she could get to, we had a minor incident when she pulled the telephone off the sideboard and it fell on her head, i seriously forgot how much a 2 year old can scream (she is fine), i think it was more the shock rather than it really hurting.
The dog took refuge in the laundry room, i desperatley wanted to join him.
I remembered that spaghetti bolognase is not a good choice of lunch to give a toddler, well it is but its messy, so bath and change of clothes later she decides to nap..phew! that lasted less than an hour before the damn dogs barking woke her up, and then she was crying for her mum..understandably, i get that..i was close to crying for my mum at this point.
How the hell looking back did i survive through it with both of mine. The funny thing is you do get through it because you have to, and damn it goes so quick and before you know it there growing up and it all seems a blur in the background. I remember finding it difficult when there at the toddler stage, it can be hard work, yes absolutley the good times far outweigh the tiredness etc, sometimes how i wish mine were small again...goes too fast.
So im up and awake, think i will go clean the kitchen now.