Short bursts of madness

It's short bursts of madness, when everything happens at once, that has me running around like a chook with it's head cut off. I remind myself I'm not the only one, every parent has times like this. 

Izzy pulled the tent down I had set up between the kitchen bench and the table. Down came my water bottle, the salt and pepper shakers and a earthenware jug that was holding down the sheet on the bench. I was sitting in the lounge room feeding a tired Summer. When she was done I put her on the floor, and went to clean up the tent, the water bottle was open and everywhere and the jug broken. On my way past the table, Izzy looked at me while pouring her painting water all over the glue she had tipped on to paper, sending water running all over the floor. Summer sat crying on the floor, while I quickly cleaned up the mess. I've never been one for controlled crying, but I just needed two minutes of catch up time. I laid Summer tummy down in her cot. 

I was in the kitchen and doing some dishes. Izzy asked "What are you doing Mummy?". "Losing my marbles, is what I am doing!". She sat on the floor with some textas and I thought she was happily drawing. As I went to wipe down the benches and the table,  I noticed a line of texta on the floor. It circled the table, and led to where she was drawing in the lounge room. 

By the time I had dealt with that, Summer had gone off to sleep. Bless her cotton socks. Izzy was deciding it was time for a change of clothes with half the contents of her drawers on the floor of her bedroom. I turned back down the hallway and forgot I saw it. It can wait until later, they can't fall any further and I needed a coffee!

Besides the madness the day wasn't too bad, photos on the tramp, playlists on YouTube, dancing, two Toy Story movies, Izzy helping me vacuum, Summer hovering around in her walker. I have never seen a kid so fascinated by the vacuum cleaner. 

These bursts of madness are shortlived, but they seem to go on forever when I'm in the middle of one. Moments of gold surpass them, like when Summer follows me down the hallway, only to greet me with a beaming smile when she finds me sitting on the toilet with the door open. Then rolls past only to come back with the same beaming smile, because she found me again, like roller derby peek-a-boo.

Last night Brett had a pinching nerve in his glutimus, this morning while I made toast Izzy came out with "Daddy has got a sore arse!". It had me in fits of giggles. A few days ago while I fed Summer, she sat with her dolly propped up on a pillow, feeding with her shirt up. She put dolly on the pillow, looked at her and announced "Udder tit!" and promptly swapped sides. More gold that had me laughing. Monkey see, monkey do, she's a little parrot. I'm so glad she hasn't picked up on my FFS and F*** me's, when I'm having a moment. The time will come! I should really kerb my language, but a well pronounced and vocal FFS always makes me feel better.