Elma Family Kitty Motherhood



Yesterday felt like one of those days that needs a do-over.

It was perhaps doomed from the start when I woke up with my feet sticking out of the duvet and my face pressed into the bobbly velour tummy of a giant snowman while next door a certain young lady snoozed blissfully in my bed, under my nice big duvet, cuddled up to my husband. And from then on it seemed that the momentum was irrepressibly downwards.

I cooked scrambled eggs for breakfast (specifically requested and usually a sure fire winner for both girls), and ending up the only one eating; had more discussions than I can count that started “It is not OK to …”; and discovered that the strange noise I could hear from downstairs while trying (in vain) to settle Elma for a nap, was Kitty moving one of our dining chairs through the lounge and into the kitchen to climb up onto the countertop and empty the spice rack.  I should give full marks for ingenuity, and in truth it’s never been expressly explained as something that we don’t do, mostly because I never thought of anyone doing it!

And we finished up as we started, with a bedtime that’s left me rather drained, involving repeated discussions about why small girls sleep in their own beds, not Mummy’s bed, why the landing creaks mean that I can see and hear you sneak out of your bed, and much wailing (the small daughters) and gnashing of teeth (their mother – gently – my teeth take enough punishment as it is).

It’s enough to make you want to plonk your head down in their dinner plates of cold, damp and utterly untouched spaghetti and just leave it there.

But this isn’t a pity party.  No really, it isn’t, I promise.  I can’t change yesterday, it is what it is.  All I can do is change how I feel about it, how I remember it, and whether I let it be a good day or a bad day.

So my challenge is to find five things that I’m really proud of today; five special moments that make a good day.  And, spoiler alert, if I’ve posted this you know I found five.  If I can’t get to five it will be a dark secret known only to me and my webhosting.  So let us begin:

  1. When Elma had a nap this afternoon I played a giant game of Scotch (memory game) with Kitty using all 20 pairs.  She won 13-7.
  2. We went to our lunchtime story group at a local theatre and met up with two friends from my NCT group and their little ones.  Between us we’ve got six small girls and as the theatre has an enviable dressing up box they were all in princess heaven.
  3. Rather than play jigsaw puzzles after our Scotch game, I took Kitty into the kitchen to help me make “stones” (scones).  She rubbed in the butter, stirred in the sugar and cut out a baking tray’s worth of heart shapes with only minimal ‘wastage’ of uncooked dough into a tiny tummy, and it was so lovely to spend that time just being with her.
  4. When Kitty pulled out her giant Zoo ology book we settled down in a patch of sunlight with one girl hanging off either knee and the book spread before us to look at all the different animals (and find the Chameleon on each page), and then followed up the animal theme with Slinky Malinki and Rhino’s Don’t Eat Pancakes.
  5. When I looked out of the kitchen window and saw a giant rainbow with just a hint of a double blazing down into the village we put shoes and jumpers on and went out into the front garden for a better look, and a long chat about pretty colours and the colours of a rainbow. Space for the Butterflies - an eclectic handmade family life
  6. (because rules are made to be broken) I split and buttered a scone for Kitty and sent her ahead into the lounge while I made one for Elma, only to discover that by the time I got there, she had given half of hers to Elma “so that she isn’t sad Mummy” and I thought, “it’s going to be OK”.

There’s probably more I could add on both sides of the scale but I think I know which side I want to weight.  At the end it was just a day.  And tomorrow is a whole new one all 0ver again, and it’s going to be great.

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  • Katie @mummydaddyme 26/02/2014 at 3:05 pm

    Love this post Carie. Parenting is stressful, and life is stressful some times, but by trying to find the good parts in every day it can leave you feeling a lot more of a positive person. We are all human. x

    • Carie 26/02/2014 at 5:19 pm

      It’s funny how much just the action of looking for the good bits can change how you see things – I’m not saying we need to go all out Pollyanna, but a little bit of positivity is definitely a good thing!

  • Hurrah For Gin 26/02/2014 at 10:41 pm

    Oh bless how sweet of Kitty!
    But you didn’t think of the possibility of her emptying the spice rack?! tut tut you need to be one step ahead mummy 😉

    • Carie 27/02/2014 at 8:27 am

      I know!! How did it never cross my mind!

  • Mandycharlie 26/02/2014 at 11:25 pm

    When you say emptying the spice rack, do you mean emptying jars and watching the spices flow out, or do you mean taking the jars out of the spice rack. Sons 1 and 2 emptied my coco channel onto our bed, same age, different years! The second time round was like déjà vu.

    • Carie 27/02/2014 at 8:28 am

      She’d only got as far as taking the jars down – I think the holy grail was a pink icing Rose from the top of Elma’s christening cake that I’ve had sat up there ever since!