Thankfully Aurora’s spots did not end up being Chicken Pox. We have escaped for now. I haven’t had any confirmation at all, but I am 99% sure that the spots were a reaction to her vaccinations. A live vaccine for MMR – makes sense that she could possibly then show some spots?! Doctor Google agreed with me. Luckily this meant that Aurora could go back to Pre School, and we didn’t have to quarantine!
Thursday after Pre School saw some of the most ridiculous melt downs. The girls went into the garden while I tried to cook a Mac ‘n’ Cheese dish from scratch. Both were losing their minds because it was windy, and they wanted a snack. After attempting to weigh the blanket down with random toys and giving in to the snack demands, I bought them both back in. Cue more meltdowns. Both girls were crying their eyes out while I was simply trying to make them a nice dinner. Luna wanted to get in the oven. A strong no. Aurora thought the world was ending. I lost my temper and patience all in one and turned in to shouty mum once again. Awful. The dinner eventually went in the oven, and I had a cuddle with Aurora on the sofa where we both apologised. I put the dinner on the table and Aurora pushed it away saying she didn’t like it. Waaaaaaaahhhh.
Friday, we had Pre School again, this time in the morning. I dropped Aurora off at 8am, and Luke stayed home with Luna.
I returned home to Luke saying that he had read my last 3 blog posts the night before (he had obviously been slacking!) and that he loved them, loved me, and loved how I can always put a positive spin on everything. This literally gave me such a boost and I’m sure is one of the reasons it was then such a good day!
We received a parcel from Luke’s best friend Tyler containing lots of stickers and two push along cars that flip over when they hit something. The three of us had great fun playing with these and then Aurora sat silently doing one of the sticker pictures while I cooked dinner and Luna played with a welly. What a difference 24 hours makes! I even poured myself a gin and tonic to celebrate. There was complete silence. Everyone liked the dinner, we laughed, we sang, we enjoyed the whole experience. Thank God!
Bath time and bedtime were equally as stress free and enjoyable. Why are some days just easier? To be fair, getting 3 strong minded females to all be in their best moods on the same day probably is difficult. But it is fabulous when it happens.
Unfortunately, Aurora had had an hour’s nap on the sofa when we had returned from the shop earlier, which waking her up from was near impossible. So, she didn’t fall asleep until 9pm, and kept calling me back upstairs between me putting her to bed and then. But it didn’t annoy me as it normally would. I told myself over and over that she won’t call me in to her room forever. Soak up these moments because I will miss them once they’re gone.
She misses me and wants more time with me, how could that be a bad thing?
She kept asking to ‘make faces’ when I went back in. Basically, I said an emotion and we both pulled faces to match it. It made us both laugh a lot and felt like another one of those wholesome moments.
After such a lovely day on Friday, I had good intentions on Saturday. The day started out well. Aurora had a grand total of four breakfasts, and continued to say she was hungry all day – she MUST be having another growth spurt. Aurora started crying because she wanted to see her friend Esme. I sent a message to Esme’s mummy, Emily, saying this and trying to find a day next week we could both do, when she said she was free that afternoon, and as we were as well, they all came over. Very spontaneous, but very lovely.
It was so nice to catch up after what felt like forever, and the girls played nicely together for the majority. Aurora is such a wind up though. If she knows that something annoys someone, she is relentless. If Esme wanted to play with something, Aurora would try and take it, even when she didn’t want to play with it. I can tell because she has a little mischievous smirk on her face.
She called Esme ‘my darling’, Esme said she didn’t like it, so Aurora sang it over and over to her until I had to physically stop her.
I really hope she isn’t going to be ‘that’ child. But she gets real encouragement from any sort of reaction. I am probably completely to blame. Damn it.
I don’t know if the day had been overwhelming, or too spontaneous for Aurora but she was a bit of a nightmare between then and bedtime. Getting frustrated with everything. Pushing Luna over. Throwing toys. I ended up taking them up for a bath 15 minutes early as I just wanted to get her in bed.
Bath and bed went surprisingly well. We have started all squeezing into Aurora’s bed to read the bedtime story, which is cute, although Luna isn’t the biggest fan and constantly attempts to break free!
We said goodnight to Aurora, and I then took Luna into my room to feed her to sleep. I heard the gate on Aurora’s door opening (I’m so glad she has worked out how to open that) and in she walks, whispering that she is coming in next to me because she loves me. I mean that is the stuff that will melt your heart. But she then proceeded to sing ‘Miss Polly has a dolly’ louder and louder until all attempts to get Luna to sleep had been completely slashed.
I didn’t want to lose my temper as I knew that it was such an innocent act with completely pure intentions, but I eventually did get impatient. I took her back to her room, tied her gate closed with some string (should I admit that?!) chucked another book in her direction and said in a raised and frustrated voice that she was to stay there, that I needed to get Luna to sleep and then I would be back in.
I heard her crying for about 30 seconds, while I went back to Luna, and then silence. She had fallen asleep. I then felt even more guilty than I already had because she had gone to sleep with me being frustrated at her. I never go to bed on an argument, so this felt like a real fail.
I must do better at that, but I do find bedtime on my own the biggest juggling act of all. She had been doing really well at waiting until I got Luna down, reading to herself, talking to her teddies or singing songs, and then I go back in, and we say goodnight again.
Maybe I need to change what I do. Maybe I need to split myself in half, that would realistically solve everything.
Listening to the little dialogues Aurora has with inanimate objects is one of the cutest things I’ve ever heard. We walked to the park the other day, and she waved goodbye to 3 snails, saying loudly, ‘Bye bye snails, see you soon, love you’ and then blew them kisses.
I then witnessed her putting a pretend poo (long story) into her daddy’s backpack and saying, ‘Bye bye children, I’m off to the gym’ Hahaha
She is an utter nutcase!
That particular trip to the park seemed like a monumental one, as it was the first one where Luna could toddle around on her own, just holding my hand now and then for support. She is fully walking now!
On Monday, Aurora had an enormous melt down when I got back from work (she had also just got back from an afternoon at Pre School.)
Nothing I did helped, and she wouldn’t let me comfort her at all, she only wanted Luke. Moments like that can be truly heart-breaking. I could have cried but didn’t.
I ended up taking her into a different room to try and calm her down as she was getting so worked up, she could barely breathe. She occasionally gets like this, and it works her up even more as she tries to talk and can’t and then tries to say that she can’t talk and can’t – it just builds and builds.
I eventually managed to calm her down, she started talking complete gibberish, and as I was cuddling her, she closed her eyes and fell asleep! Obviously completely shattered!! I put her in bed, but she quickly woke back up, and came downstairs with a complete personality transplant. It really shows what exhaustion can do, and how beneficial a power nap can be!
The week as a whole has been a mix of seeing a change in Aurora since being back at Pre School after 2 weeks off for Easter. It definitely has an effect on her, but I wonder if it’s because she does 3 spaced out half days? There is a routine, but maybe it’s not obvious enough to a 3-year-old? I have thought about making my weekly planner (on the fridge) a little easier for her to understand, so she knows exactly what day it is and when she is going? Idea pending.
On the other hand, I have made a real conscious effort to have more uninterrupted ‘play time’ with the girls and have seen a dramatic difference. This is not to say I usually don’t play with them, but there are always distractions, a load of washing that needs putting on, some dusting that needs to be tackled, a room that needs hoovering, an Instagram Reel that needs sharing…
I have felt fully submersed in them, yet strangely the washing has still been done, the housework completed, I haven’t fallen behind on anything – just shifting the order of priorities has made a difference to how much we enjoy our time together.
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