A normal spiralling morning plus worms
Sometimes it literally feels like hell on earth. The sense of spiralling chaos until I am quite sure my eyes will pop out and certainly my heart stop, as I can hardly breath from anxiety.
They become hell in slow incremental steps and the axis is usually trying to get L to school. All wake early, babies want feeding, L already cross as they are taking my attention. Today I thought I’d merrily distract L with the near complete homework as he only has to do some colouring...W screams for the crayons, grabs and tips them everywhere, L more angry. Have to change Rs nappy she’s most upset, has worms. Then W clings to my leg as I try to wash my hands desperate not to spread worm eggs anywhere else....
I Remember must ring doctor to find out how much deworming medicine can give 16 month old, google really doesn’t seem to know and mumsnet full of crackers ideas like ‘leave them and worms will die off’! Now D appears I’ve made porridge for girls which am trying to feed while also stopping them getting out of their inadequate high chairs. He begins his breakfast ritual which involves slowly contructing something with eggs and ham. It takes up a lot of room on the tiny table. Rossy is now out of her chair climbing on the table towards the butter, a large knife etc. . And at this point it tips from emotional chaos to physical chaos...toast everywhere, W has dribbled water all over herself and floor. I glance at clock10m to go before I have to leave with L for school - him and I not dressed.
We somehow exit, my appearance most bizarre with hair flat at front and dry and deshevvled at back. A mum passed me and says, gosh you look exhausted! But on returning home the moment outside has given me greater clarity and the house really is a f’ing tip. R and W meet me with wails. W wipes snot over my clean trousers. I try to put some makeup on to conceal the tiredness and W grabs my powder and tips it all over me. At this point I stupidly try to ring parcel force to get them to redeliver the the ikea highchairs (that will make life sooo much easier) and R n W cries confuse the automated service to the point of no return, I Change another nappy with flailing baby who keeps putting her foot in the worm poo. I try to eat breakfast - they scream more, so I share my breakfast with one on knee and other clinging to my leg. And develop a tummy ache. I then somehow get them into pram and try not to look at debris or trip over it. We exit... it’s sunny on the peaceful street with the delightful humm of traffic. They eventually fall asleep. I breath... pause and reflect on shopping, cleaning, chores I have to do to climb the daily mountain.
I am going to go back home turn on radio 4 perhaps that will make me feel human? Or should I sleep? Or walk more? Or better write more lists? Argh, can’t decide. My moment of control slips away again.
Btw... the doctor said children from 6 months can have normal dose of worm medicine. Also when I asked if they might have picked the worms up from the garden she said “I’ll never forget my supervisor at medical school saying on this subject. ‘The walls of every primary school are coated in threadworm eggs!’...”
Another note on worms. This comes with a warning, it’s not for the weak hearted! On mentioning the threadworm infestation in my household to an outdoor type mum with a very active boy Lauries age she sympathised a lot and when I asked about treatment she said she had explored everything, to avoid giving the strong Ovex every two weeks. I was not expecting her to then in the play ground quite casually to tell me ‘such as night harvesting. They come out at night to lay their eggs you know...’ (Oh the delights of parenting can reach such dizzy heights! But I greatly admire her fortitude and dedication.)
They become hell in slow incremental steps and the axis is usually trying to get L to school. All wake early, babies want feeding, L already cross as they are taking my attention. Today I thought I’d merrily distract L with the near complete homework as he only has to do some colouring...W screams for the crayons, grabs and tips them everywhere, L more angry. Have to change Rs nappy she’s most upset, has worms. Then W clings to my leg as I try to wash my hands desperate not to spread worm eggs anywhere else....
I Remember must ring doctor to find out how much deworming medicine can give 16 month old, google really doesn’t seem to know and mumsnet full of crackers ideas like ‘leave them and worms will die off’! Now D appears I’ve made porridge for girls which am trying to feed while also stopping them getting out of their inadequate high chairs. He begins his breakfast ritual which involves slowly contructing something with eggs and ham. It takes up a lot of room on the tiny table. Rossy is now out of her chair climbing on the table towards the butter, a large knife etc. . And at this point it tips from emotional chaos to physical chaos...toast everywhere, W has dribbled water all over herself and floor. I glance at clock10m to go before I have to leave with L for school - him and I not dressed.
We somehow exit, my appearance most bizarre with hair flat at front and dry and deshevvled at back. A mum passed me and says, gosh you look exhausted! But on returning home the moment outside has given me greater clarity and the house really is a f’ing tip. R and W meet me with wails. W wipes snot over my clean trousers. I try to put some makeup on to conceal the tiredness and W grabs my powder and tips it all over me. At this point I stupidly try to ring parcel force to get them to redeliver the the ikea highchairs (that will make life sooo much easier) and R n W cries confuse the automated service to the point of no return, I Change another nappy with flailing baby who keeps putting her foot in the worm poo. I try to eat breakfast - they scream more, so I share my breakfast with one on knee and other clinging to my leg. And develop a tummy ache. I then somehow get them into pram and try not to look at debris or trip over it. We exit... it’s sunny on the peaceful street with the delightful humm of traffic. They eventually fall asleep. I breath... pause and reflect on shopping, cleaning, chores I have to do to climb the daily mountain.
I am going to go back home turn on radio 4 perhaps that will make me feel human? Or should I sleep? Or walk more? Or better write more lists? Argh, can’t decide. My moment of control slips away again.
Btw... the doctor said children from 6 months can have normal dose of worm medicine. Also when I asked if they might have picked the worms up from the garden she said “I’ll never forget my supervisor at medical school saying on this subject. ‘The walls of every primary school are coated in threadworm eggs!’...”
Another note on worms. This comes with a warning, it’s not for the weak hearted! On mentioning the threadworm infestation in my household to an outdoor type mum with a very active boy Lauries age she sympathised a lot and when I asked about treatment she said she had explored everything, to avoid giving the strong Ovex every two weeks. I was not expecting her to then in the play ground quite casually to tell me ‘such as night harvesting. They come out at night to lay their eggs you know...’ (Oh the delights of parenting can reach such dizzy heights! But I greatly admire her fortitude and dedication.)
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