Tonight I had every intention of blogging about what a bleurgh day it was. Toddlers were whiny and clingy and, at storytime at the library, I became THAT mother - the one the other mothers don't even want to make eye contact with because her children are so badly behaved. When there are only three other mums in the room, one of them across a very small table at which our children sat, it's pretty obvious.
After the stories, during which Pearl and Stella got up and down a thousand times each to grab various books off the shelf, all the while chatting and singing in full voice, the 'craft' session began. Pearl was wielding her glue stick like a maniac, and screaming every time I tried to take it off her and encourage her towards the pencils. She even squeezed in a full-body floor-writhing moment, complete with wailing and screeching, until she got her way. The woman across the table smiled at the table, the floor, the top of her child's head. I've never seen someone concentrate on helping colour in a bear's scarf so intently. Anything to avoid having to look at that mother, the one with those children.
But no, I thought, I won't blog about that. Instead I'll blog about how, having gotten all three girls into the bath last night, I left them playing happily and thought I'd quickly fill the sink to wash the pots and pans. Suddenly, an ear piercing scream, and two, maybe three children wailing. It was hard to tell. "PEARL'S DONE A POO IN THE BATH!!!!" I raced in to find Pearl half in the bath and half out, screaming. Lola sitting on the edge of the tub against the wall, screaming. Stella, sitting in the swampy water, a brown smear across her shoulders, screaming. It took 10 minutes to empty the water, scoop out the sh*t, wash out the bath and refill it, all the while holding two hysterical, soaking wet, poo-covered babies as Lola, from her lofty perch on the other side of the tub, repeated, "I DO not like this. I do NOT like this."
No, I won't blog about that stuff. I'll just show you what we got up to yesterday afternoon when it became obvious the rain wasn't going to stop any time soon. Dirty water of a different kind.