The Mummy Diaries: One baby, one threenager – Week 11

The Mummy Diaries: One baby, one threenager – Week 11

by Emma Hargan
article from Thursday 17, October, 2019

AFTER THE EVENTS of last weekend, I think James was looking forward to getting back to work on Monday morning. Although he wouldn’t admit it, I’d say he was happy to get a break after a full weekend of daddy day care! That was, until he actually got to work.

Just another usual Monday morning. James up and getting ready. Jamie and Lily up and downstairs for breakfast. All was quiet until Daddy put his hat and jacket on to leave. You would think he was getting ready to leave for six months! Jamie was hanging off his leg crying “Daddy Daddy!” and Lily was in her highchair getting ready to have a meltdown.

“Daddy will be back later guys.” I said.

“Uh oh, I think I’m going to be missed today!” James says with a cheesy grin.

Hmm. James says his goodbyes and walks out leaving Lily roaring her head off and Jamie crying at the window.

Unbelievable. I’m with the little terrors 24-7 and whenever I leave I get, “Bye bye Mummy!” from Jamie and I’m lucky to get a kiss off Lily.

After 10 minutes or so, they both settle down and I get the breakfast dishes tidied away and the kitchen cleared up before getting Jamie and Lily dressed for the day. I’m halfway through getting Lily dressed and the doorbell rings.

“Daddy?” Jamie asks.

“No, not Daddy.” I replied.

Jamie starts to cry while I get Lily wrapped up, scramble to find the house keys and answer the door.

It was just the postman with a parcel. Jamie had stopped crying but he was still borderline upset and ready to have another cry so I needed to put diversion tactics in place – and fast! I quickly fished out the big bag of Lego I had stashed under the stairs for emergencies (such as this!) And it worked. At least for now.

So, with the melt down averted, I managed to finish getting Lily dressed, pack Jamie’s lunchbox for play school and pull his clothes through to the bathroom for him to get ready. Just as I was about to shout Jamie through to get dressed, I saw a car pull up the drive.

“Daddy?” Lily asks.

“Daddy!!” Jamie shouts while racing to the front door.

I look out of the window and see a car reversing back out onto the street. They must have been looking for something and turned back.

“No guys, it’s not Daddy.” I said.

There was not enough Lego in the land to distract the pair of them and so I had to just endure the screaming match until they finally gave up.

It was only 8.30am. This was going to be a loooooooong day!

9am and it was time to leave to take Jamie up to play school. It was pouring with rain outside so I was hoping Jamie would jump on the buggy board so I could walk quickly up to the nursery and thankfully, Jamie obliged, for the first time that morning. The kids were on good form on the walk and happily sang songs for most of the way. We arrived at the play school car park and made our way to the front door, when Jamie noticed a car similar to ours was parked outside. Jamie pointed and said, “Daddy?”

I thought I would just ignore him in the hope he wouldn’t bother, but again Jamie asks, “Daddy?”

“No, it’s not Daddy Jamie.” I said with baited breath knowing rightly what was going to come next.

Jamie started to cry. This then set Lily off as well. Great! Just what I needed as we walked into the playschool with two crying kids. Of course the place was packed and everyone turned to see what all the fuss was about. There was me trying to console the two of them, trying to manoeuvre the buggy through two doors with my face beaming red and looking like a drowned rat. Not a good look! My only saving grace was the looks I was getting from the other parents. They were understanding looks. And the ‘thank God it’s your kids that are acting up this morning instead of mine’ look. On arriving at the classroom door, I got Jamie’s jacket hung up, his lunchbox on the trolley and his backpack in his tray before looking up to see Jamie wandering in through the door without so much as a “Bye Mummy!”

“See you then!” I shouted but he never even turned.

Fox ache.

I stood at the window of the classroom and watched Jamie sit down at one of the tables, smiling and chatting away. He was fine, as usual.

Me and Lily just walked in the door when my phone rang. It was James.

“Hey, I’m just checking that the kids were okay after I left this morning?” James asked.

“Oh yeah, they were fine after a while. I think they just enjoyed having you at home and they didn’t want you going to work.” I laughed.

“I thought so, I mean, I have that affect. It’s handy enough watching the kids. I’m missing them today.” James says.

“Yeah.” I said through gritted teeth. Handy enough? He had them for three days. Three sodding days. That’s still the honeymoon period. The kids wouldn’t have had a chance to play up.

Three days. And the little devils are talking about nothing else, except Daddy! I got Lily upstairs and settled into her cot for her nap while I managed to get a bit of housework and work done.

After lunch, it was time to go and pick up Jamie. It was still chucking it down with rain, which by this stage, suited my mood. I stood outside the classroom and saw Jamie and the teacher walking towards me. Jamie had a picture in his hand and was beaming from ear to ear. The teacher opened the door and Jamie came running out to show me what he had drawn and she said he had been as good as gold. Brilliant!

So, jackets on and bags loaded up on the buggy, I signed out and started our walk back when Jamie started to whinge.

“What’s wrong?” I asked.

“Daddy? Car?” Jamie replied.

“No Jamie, Daddy’s at work with the car. Come on it’s raining, let’s go.” I said.

And in a single moment, the mood went from optimistic to disaster in the middle of the car park. Jamie refused to stand on the buggy board and refused to walk. My blood was boiling. It was chucking it down, there we were in a busy car park surrounded by people and all I wanted to do was knock his head off his shoulders!

So we stood. And stood. Until Jamie finally admitted defeat and stepped onto the buggy board. We walked home in silence.

I actually didn’t have to say anything when we got home as I think Jamie knew he had crossed the line. He handed me his jacket and took his bags through to the kitchen, before taking off his shoes and making his way upstairs to his bedroom for a nap. A total first!

When James arrived home from work that evening, the kids both ran over to him for a cuddle and were so delighted to see him home.

“Hello!!” James says. “Aw did you miss me?”

“No” I replied, “They never really bothered after you left this morning.” I lied.

“Oh really?” James asked, “Well, I missed them.”

“Well, maybe they mentioned you once or twice.” I conceded.

And that was how it went for most of the week and I was beginning to think the kids would rather be looked after by James. Maybe James could become the stay-at-home parent seeing as how it’s so handy looking after the two of them.

Saturday morning. The kids were both up at 7am. I got up and took Jamie downstairs to get his breakfast sorted while James got Lily up. James and Lily appeared in the kitchen and Jamie shouts, “Hi Daddy!” and runs over for a cuddle.

James says to me, “Go and sit down, I’ll get them sorted.”

Fine. James pours Jamie Rice Crispies. Jamie has a fit. James pours him Coco Pops. Jamie has a fit.

“God sake!” James says, “What does he want?”

“Cheerios.” I replied. Jamie sits and eats.

This was pretty much how the day went on. Jamie and Lily kicked off at, well, everything. Melt downs galore.

4.30pm. After yet another melt down over Lily moving the Lego off the coffee table, James asks, “How long until bedtime?”

“Only three and a half hours to go.” I replied.

After bath time and Lily was settled into her cot, I got Jamie into bed and read him his usual Gruffalo story before tucking him in and saying, “Night night.”

Jamie shouts, “Love you Mummy!” As I’m walking back downstairs.

“Why were they so bad today? They were great last weekend!” James asks.

“Oh really?” I said, sarcastically, “I thought they were handy enough!”

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