A day in my life.....

Seeing how this is about learning,expressing, being creative..Whatever , I suppose. I thought I'd do something a little untoward and different;least I hope it will be seen as different. A time table of my day...
0430am Mr 2 arrives in parents rooms for cuddles
0450am I wake up enough to take him back to his own bed
0500am Mr 5 comes into parents room "I'm frightened"
0530am After cuddles and comforting (there really are no monsters under your bed) Daddy takes him back to his bed
0600am Mr Supamums alarm goes off, hit snooze and go back to sleep
0610am Alarm goes off again, hit snooze and go back to sleep
0620am Alarm goes off again, remind Mr Supamum he'll be late
0630am-0645am Lay in bed dozing whilst alternatively awaiting stomp,stomp of little feet and being blinded by Mr Supamum turning light on and looking for things
0650am Mr Supamum leaves for the bus to station, get up an turn off bathroom light, heater light and air vent .
0700am Dozing zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz *SNORE*zzzzzzzzzzzz
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almost asleepzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz ITS SCHOOL HOLIDAYS SO I CAN DO THIS ANY OTHER DAY I'D BE UP AT 0630am
0710am Mr 5 enters and asks if its day time yet..."no it';s still dark ,You cuddle mummy in the big bed" Don't mention the "S'" word or he'll be up and off. Hoping he dozes off the sleep (fat chance)
0730am Mr 5 announces it is daytime and "sun is up" and so is he, God help anyone who may want to sleep.
0740am Give in and switch on TV to Nicklodean Junior (love that Foxtel) Go back to bed
0800am Mr 2 awakens and comes in to cuddle and alternatively kick mum in the kidneys, back, legs, head.
0810am Mr 2 decides he will watch TV also, by this time Mr 5 has a train set out and is playing with it.
0820am I am in the shower, with alternating visits from the boys asking if "I have boobies" and them showing me their "boobies", asking me to show them my belly button, and them showing me theirs; whilst attempting to wash my hair, and stop them from getting into the shower fully clothed. Get dressed..Try and find clean t.shirt...stuff it wear one of hubbys.
0840am Start breakfast..."What do you want?" "corn flakes with honey" Get cornflakes, and as milk is being poured on them "no no no I want weetbix" comes the cry, me too announces Mr 2!!!
Explain that what he asked for was cornflakes ( have been though this before and know not to give in) Pouting, and slouching by both boys. Leave breakfast in front of them..Eat it or not. Miss 8 is still sound asleep and may not grace us with her presence till 1000am or so.
0900am Boys eat breakfast , whilst asking for more juice (limit of one glass per person per day)or milk or whatever. I put washing on, and empty dryer (used only sparingly in winter to dry out clothes properly after they have been on the line)
0910am Clean up breakfast bench, sweep/mop floor beneath boys seats or let dog in to clean up excess first (depends on how much food and drink is spilt)Empty dishwasher for re load.
0930am Try and have breakfast..if I have something different from the boys they want it too.
0940am Tidy up and fold washing to be put away. Bribe and coerce boys to brush teeth and hair.
1000am Screaming starts, "he's in my room, they woke me up" and the destructive duo stomp from their sisters room laughing, she storms after them swearing a death promise that only could have been heard on "Lizzie McGuirie"
1020am Miss 8 still in a huff, no good asking her what her breakfast wish may be, continue to fold washing
1040am "Mum ,what am I having for breakfast?" "What do you want?" "I dunno"
1050am Destructive duo have gotten to half folded washing and decided to play tents with the sheets and make super hero capes from the towels complete with underpants on their heads.
1100am "Muuuuuum ,what am I having for breakfast??" "what would you like?" "I dunno"
1110am Gather up washing that was previously known as folded, usher boys outside to play (its 16degrees, allow them to put gumboots on and rug up, its ok) Ask Miss 8 what she'd like for breakfast..."Do we have raisin bread?' "No" "Do we have Coco Pops?" "No, we only have junk cereal once a month and you had it last week" (don't tell her last week was last month technically) She looks at the calendar and works this out for herself.."mum, last week was June, now its July so it's next month so we can have junk cereal" "Well, I haven't any junk cereal right now so you will have to have what's there" "When will you get some because it's next month right now" "When I go grocery shopping" "When?" "Maybe tonight after dad gets home" (hoping to get out by myself for a while even to do shopping) "Can I come?""We'll see, now what do you want for breakfast?' "Do we have Coco pops?"..............................Eventually, Miss 8 has toast. It is now 1150am!!!!!
1210pm Washing has been finished for 1 hour but still haven't got to hang it out, boys have all cubby house interiors out to create a space ship and are now chasing dog about the yard, yelling that she is a space monster!!!! Miss 8 has plopped on couch in PJ's to read a book, ask her to brush teeth and hair ..I am talking to a mannequin!!! I realise I haven't brushed my teeth yet.
1230pm "We're hungry" comes the cry from the back door amidst boots being kicked off.
1240pm Make lunch for boys, peanut butter for Mr 5 (on wholemeal bread I hide in a regular bread bag) Vegemite and cheese for Mr 2, fruit for after which will be partially eaten and the rest tossed about on the bench, squished under plates, made into "cakes", whatever.
1300pm Attempt to hang out washing..."Mum, what am I having for lunch?" "What do you want?" "Do we have.....? (refer to 1110am entry to get the gist of this conversation)
1330pm Miss 8 decides to have fruit for lunch
1340pm Complete hanging of washing, boys have now turned front lounge into Spencer St Station with three plus train sets out in various formats and styles and are now landing helicopters amidst the trains. Miss 8 tells them this cannot be done and attempts to correct the perceived error..fight ensues....one child who has been bitten, one who has been hit, one who has been kicked in the "nads" (his sisters new, improved, weapon of choice). Made to aplogise, explained why hitting, biting, etc is wrong,sent all to rooms and I pack up train sets. Sobbing and crying continues.
1400pm Grab a banana to eat outside whilst checking on what's out of cubby and needs to go back and what I could toss whilst they aren't about.
1420pm First of three ventures outside to see if he can play, "If you put the things back into the cubby" "Awwwwwww NO, that my space ship" OK ever tried explaining your area of expertise or job to a novice or someone from another field?? That's what logic is like for a child with dyspraxia..there is no sequence, no consequences, no results...this moment is all that matters to him. He cannot grasp the notion of it possibly raining later if it's not raining right now. So I put the stuff away, with Mr 5 trying to stop me every inch of the way. Miss 8 enters the scene , dressed but without shoes and comes out to help. Mr 2 is running about without shoes or a top and with a "baggy, saggy" nappy to boot.
1430pm Fight with Mr 2 about the wearing of footwear and tops in winter when outside
1500pm Cubby house interiors packed away, I suggest we do something, ...sticker art which involves putting little sticker shapes in and around a picture in lieu of colouring. Its good for Mr 5's fine motor and colour recognition skills, Mr 2's fine motor and Miss 8's imagination and it's fun.
1600pm Mr 5 wanders over to TV and wants to watch Dora the Explorer (I think its finished) we check and find yep, missed it by 1/2 hour or so, tears, tantrums and general unacceptable of the show not being available. Meanwhile Mr 2 and Miss 8 are fighting about who's watching Hi 5 or Animal Planet ( Did I say I hated Foxtel???)
1615pm Bad smell about, ooooh Mr 5 has reversed his role as chief "do it in the loo" boy of late eeeeeewwww. Change, clean and disinfect.
1630 All are merrily watching some cartoon, I try to finish folding washing AGAIN. "Mum. can I have some thing to eat?" This comment is an anomaly as usually they just help themselves, must be the double application of child proof locks on the pantry which has caused this request.I get them some potato chips in bowls....return to washing folding...."thats mine" "no it's not" Yes, It is is has the picture of the fairy on it, yours has Spot the Dog" HIT, PUNCH, KICK, BITE. Here we go again. Tears, bruises, bite marks, off to their rooms ( ad infinium)
1715pm Give up on washing folding and attempt to get tea ready, make salad and put it on fridge...no mean feat with little hands grabbing at carrots, lettuce, cheese, whatever.
1815pm Start cooking tea, steak for Mum and dad, marinated lamb cutlets for the kids
1840pm Dad is home, rough housing with boys who are not yet bathed or behaving
1900pm Tea time, children try to all talk at once AT dad, one is eating his salad but not his meat ,one is eating his meat and telling all and sundry the "salad is yukky" Miss 8 has eaten her meal and is asking for ice cream. I have only just sat down and Dad is still getting the kids their drinks.
1930pm After the umpteenth attempt to have the boys sit and eat, we tell them tea is over and its bath time, Miss 8 is still asking for icecream. I have managed to eat 1/2 a salad and two bites of meat.
1940pm Boys in bath, and out of bath and in bath and out of bath, get it? Dressed in PJ's they are allowed to watch some of the Disney channel. We try and finish our tea. Miss 8 is now asking to be allowed to come with me grocery shopping (RATS!!!)Mr 5 has come over and is now polishing off his meal and the remainders of everyone else's. Stack dishwasher and switch it on, if left to Mr Supamum, he'd forget.
2015pm Boys in bed (for now) Miss 8 and I head off to hunt and gather.
2100pm Love shopping at night...whole shop to yourself almost, carry in proceeds of our venture and start unpacking and putting away, Miss 8 is having a bath ...then we hear "get out" Mr 2 is attempting to get into the bath with his sister.
2130pm Miss 8 realises she has lost her Tamagotchi (virtual pet hung from a lanyard) she was playing with it at the checkout and after a check of the garage and car, its thought it has been lost in the carpark at the supermarket...tears ensue, these damn things are a rare as hens teeth and a friends mum got this one for me from an obscure toy shop in Keilor.
2145pm Sit down and watch re run of L& O have (missed House, MD)talk about our day
2200pm Read some of Jonathon Kellermans "Twisted" Miss 8 out and about "I can't sleep"
send her back to bed(this is a regular occurrence)
2230pm Feed animals, turn off kids night lights, and radio, remind Mr Supamum that I have done these things...he's dozing on the couch
2300pm Go to bed
2315pm Miss 8 visits "I can't sleep" is allowed to get into bed with mum till dad comes to bed
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WELCOME TO MY WORLD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!