Today has been one of those days.
You know, one of THOSE days.
The boys were at it before breakfast, as my eldest just seemed to have climbed out of the wrong side of bed.
But eventually I got everyone sorted, hubby off to work with a packed lunch, kids happy doing DIFFERENT activities at OPPOSITE ends of our very small house and it seemed the perfect time to jump quickly in the shower.
OK, now a TMI warning, people....I think my brothers read this blog....this warning is for you....skip over the next paragraph and pick again at the purple text......consider yourself warned.....
I'm in the shower, trying to remove my Diva cup. Follow the link if you don't know what that is and want to know....remember the TMI warning!
(Actually I have a lunette but it's the same thing.)
And it took me about 20 minutes to get the darned thing out, I kid you not.
I thought it was gone for good.
Ok, any sensitive readers, it's safe to come back now
And during this 20 minute time window the kids had migrated from their opposite corners of the house and were raiding my desk drawer.
Which I had cleverly forgotten to lock.
So there were push pins all over the floor and the kids were fighting over who got the pedometer and there was stickytape over everything.
Eh, that part's fairly normal.
But then I combed out the freshly washed bad haircut.
And it's clearly obvious it's a BAD haircut.
You know when you've had your hair cut and you're thinking hmmmm, I'll just have to wash it myself and then we'll see how it looks?
Well, I got it cut last week and it wasn't my regular gal and the cut wasn't quite right.
So I went back last night for a bit more off (I have thick, longish, wavyish hair and if it's cut right, it's wash 'n' wear, which is perfect for me)
And this morning after washing it I realised it had gone from a not-quite-right cut to a really awful cut.
Think, a cross between this
but more mullety looking.
So I spent the morning catching glimpses of myself in the mirror and alternating between laughing helplessly and thinking oh crap oh crap.
Which probably didn't help the mood in the house, as I had to drag the kids apart every 5 minutes, despite the fact that I'd just set up 2 separate cubbies for them to muck about in, taking over approximately half the house. They still managed to find their way into each other's pockets.
At the point when they were finally playing independently of each other, and me, it was of course time to pack up for Mr 5's swimming lesson.
Mr 5 DOES NOT like to be dragged off to a lesson of any sort when he's knee deep in bionicles, so declarations of "I am NOT going to my lesson" were to be heard as I bundled them out to the car.
We all got in for a 'fun' swim before the lesson started, with me giving the "10 minutes to lesson", "5 minutes to lesson" countdown that parents know so well.
Well, lesson time rolled around and Mr 5 was NOT going to his lesson. It didn't help that his regular teacher wasn't there and there was a ring-in. Of course that would happen today.
Eventually, after threats and bribery, which were rendered partially useless by the fact that Mr 5 kept repeatedly sliiiiiiiiding himself under the water whenever I turned my head to keep Mr 2 in view, he went to his lesson. Reluctantly.
Mr 2 is quite confident in the water despite the fact that he is submerged up to his chin and would be submerged nearly up to his nose except he bounces along on his toes to keep his cute little face out of the water. It's very funny to watch and a few mum's commented on his water confidence today, but I also notice I have the fairly close attention of the lifeguards.
Probably not helped by Mr 5 sliiiiiiding under the water and looking like he's drowning.
So, lesson over, more 'fun' swimming and two time-outs-sitting-on-a-chair-at-the-side-of-the-pool for Mr 5.
At that point I gave up any pretense of being in control and let them stay in the pool for about 2 hours, until we all resembled very old prunes.
And none of this did the bad haircut any good at all.
Add in the meltdowns...plural....before dinner and at bed time from an emotionally over wrought and over-tired Mr 5 and it's all over for the day, except I still have to wake up with the bad haircut again tomorrow.
Oh crap oh crap oh crap. Helpless laughter.
Then I remember the funeral I went to yesterday and am just thankful that my kids are here at all.