A Family Of 5…
Day 3 at home.
All 5 of us are still alive so we’re not doing too bad.
I feel and look like I’ve been dragged through about 70 hedges backwards and upside down but getting there.
Lost my prescription when I got home so took a few phone calls and a fax from the hospital to the local chemist but I’m back up and running in the drugs department.
The kids reluctantly went back to school yesterday after 7 days off being orphaned out to relatives while I was imprisoned. I was fairly impressed that we managed to get lunches made and get them sorted and out the door on time after a bit of an unsettled night. Awards should be given to parents really for getting basic tasks done with a newborn.
Our oven and grill broke this week. Of course they did. So Daddy went off and bought a new one yesterday after he collected the kids from school.
The older ones fed themselves crackers until we eventually gave them an oven pizza at 7pm and then let them play the playstation for 2 hours out of guilt.
We had a more settled night last night and both managed some sleep.
The house looks like it’s been broken into and trashed.
There is washing everywhere.