Someone forgot to tell me...

Someone forgot to tell me that there was going to be a party in my bed at 6am, I usually prefer a little bit of notice.

Our first night in Broken Hill was actually a bit rough, the kids went to bed late, no way around that i'm afraid.  It's part of the territory when you rock up unannounced and expect 5 beds to miraculously appear.  Not that they would have gone to bed at their usual time anyway.  They were so happy to be with their cousins they were bouncing off the walls in all directions.  

When I finally got to bed I could feel a headache coming on, but with Oshawott asleep next to me, and Pichu asleep on the floor I didn't want to risk sneaking back out again to get tablets. I figured a good night sleep would do the trick.  Stupid of me.  Never has a headache just disappeared on its own before, why would it start now?  My nights sleep was not quality at all, I think my sub conscious was in so much pain from the headache it just couldn't relax at all.  Added to that, was knowing that Pichu was asleep on a folded up doona on the floor without his sleepsuit on (that was in the suitcase that went to Perth).  So I checked on him frequently, covering him regularly.  Then at some early hour of the morning I heard a soft thump, it was Pichu.  He had rolled off his 'bed' onto the cold floorboards and had tried to crawl back onto the warm soft spot, only partially successful.  Feeling a little guilty I scooped him up and put him in bed with me.  He slept on and off for a couple more hours.  Me, more off then on.  

At a quarter to 6, he was awake for the day, and because he is impossible to silence, so was Oshawott.  I set them up with some "i" devices and tried to get some more sleep. 

My niece was up early that morning, she normally sleeps in, but knowing the cousins were here it was too exciting to sleep in that day.  She must have heard us through the door and she came in for a visit at 6am.


So there was three of them, watching movies, playing games on the iPad and eating biscuits.  And one of me, head thumping, eyes not able to stay open, trying to doze through the 'party'.

Taken in the dark, the iPhone cannot get a handle on the focus.

Oshawott really did get attached to his Hungry Jacks party hat, he kept it on for a few days until it fell in the toilet and got wee on it.

For our second and obviously, subsequent nights, my Brother-in-Law dug out the old cot we had used back in Janurary when we squatted in our own house.  The familiar cot was welcomed happily by Pichu, I think he forgot how much he disliked it last time, luckily! Or perhaps it was the rolling onto cold floorboards the previous night... well this night he slept like a champ!  

My Day

Because you know, it's all about me.  Well actually, today it is all about me! I love seeing what cards the boys have made for me, but mostly I just love how excited they are for me to see them.  They were just busting to hand over the loot this morning.  I had to ask them to wait just a bit because Pichu doesn't care if it's Mother's Day, he wants his vita brits and he wants them now!

So after the beast was somewhat subdued with a full belly, on rolled the gift giving.  They made an orderly queue, Legoman volunteering to go last, not sure if this was a sign of big brotherlyness, or wanting to be the grand finale of gifts. 

Voltorb was first, eagerly handing over the present he had selected himself from the school Mother's Day stall.  Two bracelets in shades of blues and greys, very nice Voltorb! Naturally I had to wear them straight away.  He had also made a card, decorated with a flower, he even wrote Dear Mum, from "Voltorb" on the inside, then drew hearts and a flower inside.  

Oshawott was next.  He had drawn me a picture at his pre school, and also made me a lovely 'Mum' cutout, decorated with glitter, paint, even hair!  There was a note attached, they must have sat down with him and asked him about Mummy and things we do together.  Such care and attention to details like that makes me just love 'Grasshoppers'. So innocent, why does he love Mummy? Because he does!  But apparently there needs to be a few changes in his diet...  and honestly we hardly go to Macdonalds!  

Legoman is bouncing up and down in anticipation.  He tells me I wont need to use his hot water bottle anymore (we take turns cuddlying it just before bed while we watch MasterChef), then hands over my present.  It's a heat bag! Such a thoughtful boy, he also chose this at the school stall. He also made me a card, decorated with a owl cutout that doubles as a book mark.

Check these out, so warm and comfortable, coral fleece pyjama pants.  

So Coder starts acting suspicious, trying to get one of the boys attention,  and finally with a little bit of whispering and shuffling about, I am presented with a box.  Inside? 3rd generation iPad, yeah baby!  First thing I hear from Legoman? Can I have your old iPad? 

To top it all off, Coder whisked the 3 older boys away at 9.30, they were going to putt putt and bowling, leaving Mummy in (relative) peace.  Pichu doesn't turn the volume down for anyone or anything, let alone Mother's Day, but he did nap.  I actually had a shower, in daylight hours.. with the door shut.. no one banging on it.. no one (Pichu) screaming at it.  We did bake some biccies, but I have managed to ignore the rest of the housework, deciding to write this instead.   Now he is awake.  Game Over Mummy.