It’s day 5 of the summer holidays and it is HOT. Although I am grateful for warm weather, it beats rainy days and soft play hands down, it causes additional monkey stresses. Because they just can’t handle the heat.
My house looked as though it was recently burgled
Today the monkeys have played with play doh (at 6am), unpacked all the toys from their toy boxes (at 9am) been in the paddling pool (at 9.30am), made mud pies (at 11am) and watched CBeebies still wearing wet swim shorts eating ham sandwiches (12noon). These activities were staggered by regular disagreements about toys, hats and an unfortunate incident involving the hose pipe.
My house looked as though it was recently burgled. BM had approximately 10 minutes sleep, which I forced on her by pacing around the garden with her in the pushchair. She was just too hot. They were sticky with sun cream, they didn’t want to eat properly. They just wanted to get in and out of the paddling pool, tip all the water out, then come back to me and ask me to refill it again.
“Why am I so wet mummy?”
This afternoon we decided to go to the last funky feet gymnastics session. £2 each and hopefully some air con. Sadly no. After 10 minutes of running around, MM came over and asked “why am I so wet mummy”. Sweat was running down his little tomatoe face. His hair plastered down to his head. Not the cool little oasis I had hoped for.
Back home again by 3pm. More paddling pool. Although, of the three inflatable rings, only one seemed to be able to remain inflated. A casualty of the slide being put in for extra fun. BM tried to take another nap. However, due to numerous demands to switch the hose pipe on and off, an argument about a muddy spade in the paddling pool and the discovery that TM had smashed the end of the hose pipe off on the edge of the slide, not a lot of progress was made before she woke up again.
Two monkeys, standing in the kitchen, covered in mud
On returning downstairs, with a hot and sweaty baby, to discover two monkeys standing in the kitchen covered in mud, a huge row ensued. After they were told to go and rinse off in the paddling pool, TM announced that he had poured all of the water out. Again. I don’t think I helped the row by hosing him down with the hose pipe when he only asked me to do his hands.
BM and I went to hide in a bedroom in our pants to try to cool down. The big monkeys were given an hours screen time to encourage them to sit still and stop making mud potions. A moments pause in amongst all the hot and crazy nonsense. I’m glad we did as the worst was yet to come.
I ran another cool bath, after spaghetti and meatballs for tea. BM happy to go in, the boys less so. MM was persuaded but TM was a different matter entirely. He unleashed the mother of all tantrums on me. Red in the face and furious that I would suggest he wash off his sun cream and cool down. In the end I calmly plonked him in the bath and washed him down. The tantrum continued but I let him shout it out. I also distracted him with 10 minutes more screen time. I can’t blame him for not being well behaved when he is so hot. He really needs a hair cut too. Blessed with thick hair, a curse on hot days.
After convincing him to eat two cold satsumas from the fridge and a slice of toast, he recovered himself. A little bit of order returned.
…and then she was sick in the car
It’s Slimming World night. I was hoping to seek sanctuary and get BM to bed before I went. She had other ideas. Given the heat induced tensions, I decided to take BM, to give Mr LMR chance to try and get the big monkeys to bed. planning to be quick, I decided not to take the change bag. As I was pulling into the car park, BM began coughing, my heart sank, and then she was sick in the car.
No wipes or change of clothes. I stripped her off, dashed in, got weighed and headed home. A quick shower for both me and BM, who had also had a poo. I dressed her and gave her a bedtime feed, still wet from the shower. She finally fell asleep.
Not really a mid week drinker, I had a gin and tonic tonight. With a pint of water with ice too. Mr LMR and I sat in the garden cooling down. Sadly after twenty minutes the big monkeys came down stairs complaining they were too hot. So, we let them play football with daddy for 15 minutes at 9.00pm. It’s now 10.00pm, they are still ferreting about upstairs. Fingers crossed it cools down over night and they sleep in. Well that’s what the school holidays are all about after all.