The three of us have had a massive week and topped with a lot of late nights, this sleep was well overdue. However not in my wildest dreams, did I expect the moons to align and all 3 of us fall asleep during the day.
Our day started as it always does, I offer the kids breakfast and they spit venom at me. They never ever want breakfast within half an hour of waking up. The first 10 minutes is spent hating the world, then the next 10 minutes is spent staring into space as they sprawl their bodies across the couch and finally they will accept my offer of breakfast.
Due to it being Saturday, I had planned to make pancakes for everyone, but unfortunately my care factor for making anything other than toast was at a 0. Toast and cheese for the 2 year old and Toast vegemite and Cheese for the 7 year old. I don't even know why I bother putting my toast in the toaster because I never actually get to eat it. There is always some battle going on over someone looking at someone when they don't feel like being looked at, or someones elbow is in the space of the other at the breakfast table. The fight for Saturday was due to the 2 year old having touched the 7 year olds chair with her foot and he didn't want her to. The more he told her not to do it, the more she did it. Happy Saturday to us.
The kids then watched their morning cartoons and I was able to catch up on my blog. I was interrupted mid blog by the 7 year old coming to me in tears, telling me that his xbox was broken and wouldn't turn on. I told him to give me 5 more minutes and in that time to check that the cords are all in and then come back to me. All he could do was lay on the floor breathing heavy, huge crocodile tears in his eyes whispering to himself how this was the worst day of his life and why do all bad things happen to him (like having your sister touch your chair with her foot)
In that time the 2 year old started screaming as if she had been bitten by a snake and with my heart just about jumping out of my chest, I raced over to see her pointing at a tiny black ant… not even a meat ant or one that could actually bite. I told her that it was just a baby ant and to stop being silly. She started sobbing and whispering "I hate it, I hate it"… of course you do…..
I saved the day by removing the ant to the garden and by plugging in the xbox power cord that had come out of the wall. This meant little to the kids, as they had both now moved on to complaining that they were hungry and that we had nothing to eat. Usually when they say we have nothing to eat, its because they want caviar and bloody truffles with rare eagle eggs from some Himalayan mountain. But today there seriously was not much happening in the fridge. There were the staples of bread, milk, cheese but no fruits or biscuits made up. No yoghurts or custards, no rices or leftovers to be heated up. To the shops we went.
I have been budgeting like a crazy woman lately when I go grocery shopping. This has come around from my husband saying that I have no idea how to budget for upcoming bills. I usually just pay my bills on pay day or pay them late the following pay cycle. My husband and I have separate bank accounts and he pays the mortgage and all the adult stuff. I pay the groceries, the school fees, the upkeep of the kids, my own costs of living like mobile bills, personal loan, petrol and any odds and ends that pop up every month like bdays, special occasions etc. My husband has also given me his card to help pay for things if I get stuck. Lets just say I was using his card every month.
This year I decided that I was not going to use his money unless it was an absolute emergency. I went through and realised that I was spending a shit load on groceries and a lot of that food was ending up in the bin. This was due to buying a weeks worth of groceries at once. By the time it came to cook certain meals, things were spoiled or we skipped meals and ate out or at friends. It wasn't just the waste, but the fact I would go shopping using a list to get 30 items and yet come home with 70 items. Who knew I needed those cheeses, but they were on special so I couldn't go past them.
For the last 2 months, I have been keeping a strict food budget and keeping to it. I have been getting out my grocery money in cash, so no extra items can end up in my trolley because I won't be able to afford them.
My husband who I thought would be proud, has likened me to the food natzi from hell. He asks for something to go on the grocery list and I question whether he really needs it. Apparently he does need it. He could blow my budget just on feeding himself. When its the kids and myself, we easily stay under budget. Sometimes when someone asks for 18 bananas (legit) you just have to get them no matter how much it burns your piss. (yes husband I know you have 4 bananas in your breakfast smoothie…)
So off to the shops we went with my $70 and I new exactly what we needed to get us through till next Thursday, when I get paid again. I have heaps and heaps of baking supplies in the cupboard, so we just needed fresh fruit, veges and our dinners. The kids voted for Spaghetti Bolognaise for Sunday night and that would also be had on Monday night as leftovers. Tuesday night would be butter chicken and rice and Wednesday would be a shepards pie made from the leftover Spag Bol. Thursday will be grocery shopping day again.
I literally had 12 items on the list to get. Kinder Surprise Chocolate Eggs were not on my list. However the 2 year old failed to get this memo and the tantrum that she threw was probably in her top 5 tantrums of all times. It was like the Kanye West of tantrums. Not a single fruc was given and she made sure to let everyone know within a 20km radius of her satanic scream, that she was not happy at all.
Everyone looked at us and I just smiled politely at them all. The 7 year old gets very anxious when this happens. He wants to comfort her but he knows better then to go near her. He wants her to stop drawing attention to us and he always hides behind me waiting for the moment she settles down just the tiniest little bit, to go and comfort her.
The boy at the checkout didnt really know what to make of the situation and awkwardly says "i'd ask if your having a good day but you have your children today, so I guess thats a stupid question". I said to him "I have the children everyday, today is a good day, I'm not lying on the ground screaming with her". He just nodded and tried not to make eye contact with me again. Eventually I wrangled my screaming child into my arms and the checkout boy gave me a huge handful of Disney cards instead of the three I was owed. He didnt need to say anything, I felt the pity in the cards. I gave them straight to the 7 year old. He deserved them, the 2 year old did not. He was estatic, which was better than the look of worry and embarrassment he had been sporting thanks to his sister. The moment we got in the car, the crying stopped because obviously she no longer had an audience of strangers to perform for.
We got home and I told the 7 year old that we should all have a lay down, when we put the 2 year old to sleep. He looked at me with disgust because naps are for babies and old people, he was neither. I told him that if he closes his eyes for 5 minutes, I will let him choose the movie for tonight. He agreed (little did he know there would be no movie that night)
Nek minute I wake up and it is dark. We have been asleep for 5 bloody hours. The 3 of us. It felt glorious but also very weird. What the hell had happened?? I felt as thought I had been robbed of my day but then I also felt like I had been given the best gift of all. Had the checkout boy laced those Disney Cards with roofies??? probably not… but it makes a good story if he did.
Of course due to the longest daytime sleep in history, I couldn't get the bloody 2 year old to go to sleep till just before midnight. I could deal with this because I was not tired at all. The 7 year old was in bed by 9:45, so the 2 year old and I just watched Peppa Pig together and by that I mean she watched the movie and I cuddled up to her and started stalking people on Facebook on my phone.
Today everyone woke up in a good mood, to the sound of rain on the roof. Even though it was hard to get out of bed to go to Mass, we somehow all managed to do so without a single fight.
When we got home from Mass we baked.
We made some choc chip biscuits using 90% Cocoa chocolate and halved the recommended amount. The dough tasted amazing. I literally would have been happy to just eat the dough all day.
We also made some vanilla cupcakes with sour cream cheese dressing, some rice pudding and have some brioche bread waiting to rise and then be put into the oven.
As I type this, the spaghetti bolognaise is cooking and life seems pretty bloody good.
As a family we cleaned the house today, which basically means I clean and the kids spend 20 minutes looking at the 1 item they have picked up off the ground and then find another item that they desperately need to play with… Great helpers those two. I gave them both a shopping bag and told them to put their toys in it and take the toys to their room. The next thing I know the 2 year has a drink bottle in hers and is swinging it trying to hit her brother, instead of moving out of her way, he is playing the victim, allowing her to hit him in the hope she gets in trouble. So much love in this house.
I have 5 new recipes to upload and blog but unfortunately will have to cut this entry here, as the 2 year old has asked me to play cats with her. For some reason she feels the need to be the feral cat in the game. Im all over here meowing nicely and drinking my milk out of my pretend bowl and she is all up in my face, hissing at me and scratching me on the back. She takes her role play very seriously…..
I hope this week is amazing for you all!