Three poorly babies

I know Jack & Mikey aren’t technically “babies” but they are MY babies, so I have three poorly babies today.

It’s been starting for a few days but today it’s hit our household like a bacteria filled bomb, all three have sticky eyes (Yuck!), poor Jack woke up and thought he was blind! 🙈

Mikey has no comprehension of why I have to clean his eyes, he’s the hardest one to help. Jack doesn’t like having his eyes cleaned (using boiling water and cotton wool) plus eye drops, but he knows he needs them and if he just plays along it’s over a lot quicker than if he fights me, Nicole hates having her eyes cleaned (she’s too young for drops) but is too little fight back, so just gives me a guilty feeling with her bottom lip.

But Mikey, he is the strongest out of all three and hates any sort of intervention, wiping his nose, washing his hair, changing his bum…he’s not a fan of anything like that, so trying to swipe his eyes with cotton wool in one direction so I’m not rubbing it back into his eye, then putting in eye drops is near-impossible, but I managed it, I may have had to gently restrain him with my legs, but it took me no longer than a minute, whereas I could have sat there for an hour trying to reason with him but got nowhere, if you are a fan of the TV show Friends….Imagine Rachel with the eye drop, but x10!

I had plans to take the kids out to the park today or maybe even to a play area, but I’m not so well myself and really all they want to do is stay in their pyjamas and watch TV, so I’m not going to pass up the opportunity to chill with them and not spread this cold/virus/eye infection whatever you want to call it, to the outside world.

Kids perk up pretty quickly so I’m hoping they’ll be OK for nursery and a play date tomorrow, there’s really no way to tell until the morning with kids, they are pretty unpredictable. I know they’ll be absolutely gutted to miss out but I suppose it’s my job to decide what is best and weigh up the pros and cons, they’ve been having their eye drops for two days now, so hopefully their eye will be better by tomorrow.

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5 minutes peace?…There’s no such thing!

Before having children I loved time to my self, relaxing in the bath, going for a peaceful walk (just because I could) and waking up naturally to the light poking through the gap in my curtains.

This is now a distant memory, time to myself doesn’t exist, yet I get an hour in the day when, if I’m lucky, they will both nap, an hour in the evening when Paul sends me up for a bath and one night a month when my mum has the boys.

Now don’t get me wrong, I’m not complaining, I get a lot more than most, this isn’t a post where I’m moaning about my time being stolen by my children, I love them and love how they changed my life, but I am explaining how the “switch off” button is erased from your mind as soon as you become a mother.

You see the hour I get when they nap in the day leaves me torn, I’m shattered constantly from having two kids 10 months apart, they also trash my house which needs a spring clean daily just to meet average standards, so do I use this hour to rest and eat (much needed as I’m Breast Feeding) or do I get on top of the house work and risk waking them with just one accidental drop of a dish? Either way I’m either gutted I didn’t rest or guilty I didn’t clean.

Then the hour I get in an evening, I get one, so does Paul! All I can hear is the kids toddling, screaming or terrorising Paul, so I’m constantly listening intently and shouting “Is everything ok?”, “What was that?” & “What’s going on down there!?”, not to mention Paul constantly shouting up to ask me where things are, so therefore my bath is not entirely relaxing.

The one night a month…my mum enjoys a sleepover at her house with the boys once a month, it gives me a break but also gives her some quality time with her grandsons! It’s a date night for me and Paul, it means we can have that bit of quality time without drowning in dirty nappies, even if it’s just curling up on the sofa and watching re-runs of “Friends”. My mind though, it doesn’t switch off, I’m constantly worrying, texting my mum to make sure the boys are ok, I go through a million scenarios in my mind and I only relax when I know I’m on my way to get them and bring them home.

Paul tells me I’m too anxious and worry too much and that I just need 5 minutes to sit and relax, my response…

“Impossible…I’m a mum, 5 minutes peace?…There’s no such thing!”