The only solution is Gin
The only solution is Gin. I’m going to have to break into a new bottle right this second.
50% of the time, getting all three to bed on my own is fine. Yes they all go bonkers and have a mad hour but it’s usually ok. Last night was one of those such nights. Tonight was the other 50%. The nightmare 50%. One wanted a bath and the other two wanted a shower. Thats fine because now that we have a new shower, it’s so much easier for me to wash Freddie this way, so this would be my preferred option anyway. The tiny one is in the bath, I’m cleaning Freddie’s teeth. I hear “Uh Oh” and the bath is now completely empty with one naked toddler sitting in it shouting ‘more more’. He isn’t happy when he has to get out. Ok, I think, no problem. The other two wanted a shower anyway. Whilst getting the tiny one dressed, in comes my girly, screaming as if she has lost a limb. Almost but not quite. Playing with Freddie (how many times have I said ‘DONT play with the doors) she is running away and Freddie goes to slam the door and traps her toe underneath it. To be fair, I would probably – ok definitely – have been screaming too if that was me. Skin peeling off, blood and tears everywhere.
Once she had calmed down, a normal breath rate had resumed and I had convinced her we didn’t need to dial 999, we talked about it. She was convinced Freddie had tried to rip her toe off on purpose. Mean time, the tiny one comes running out of Bella and Freddie’s room wearing a pair of Bella’s knickers over his nappy and vest. I wish I’d had a camera. Very difficult to have a serious conversation with one upset child whilst wanting to laugh at another. Multi tasking is the only way.
Trying to help a four year old understand why her older brother doesn’t always understand the implications of his actions is tricky. I’m really trying not to weigh her down with too much information about his learning disability but it is becoming more and more apparent these conversations need to happen. We really want her to just see him as her brother Freddie, not her brother Freddie who has special needs. However, helping her to understand why he needs more help than her in certain ways is hopefully a positive step forward. Little by little. At the end, she said to me ‘I guess it’s ok, his brain doesn’t work in the same way as mine does it?’ Broke my heart a little for a number of reasons but as least I knew she sort of got it. I told her that like all of us, me included, he was still learning and sometimes he finds it hard to understand and process things. I think she still thought maybe he did it on purpose mind you. She won’t know what has hit her when Jago really starts pushing the boundaries with her.
My poor neighbours. During the hour of 6pm-7pm they would have heard blood curdling screams, me shouting like a fish wife and general pandemonium.
I hope everyone’s bedtime hour went more smoothly than ours. Cheers. Bring on the double.