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I wanna run away from home.

Today has been so shitful I just cannot wait until it's over. Had a difficult night with JM, who is cutting two teeth. He spent most of the night screaming his head off. This morning I had to have a blood test. I asked Mum to mind the boys while I went because I know I'd have to chase them around with a needle still pumping blood out of my arm.

I picked them up and while I was strapping the baby into his seat, the toddler decided to make a great escape and managed to run a house down Mum's street in the space of 2 seconds. He can now get out of his baby seat. What fun!

Get home and JM decides it's time to start yet another marathon whinge fest. I put on a DVD for JA to keep him amused because if I dared to put JM down for a second for a chance to, oh I don't know, go to the loo he screamed blue murder. He simply refused to go down for a nap despite the fact that he was extremely tired due to his lack of sleep the night before. He was still whinging when I held him but his volume control was only set to about 7 rather than the 5000 it was when he was not in my arms. Managed to get lunch into them, making sandwiches with the one hand while doing so. JA went down for a nap but JM refused. At this time I was developing quite a headache. Having a kid screaming in your ear for hours straight will do that. Oh, and I still haven't had a bite since breakfast.

After a time he calmed down and actually had a bit of a giggle while I played with him. This was short lived.

During all this time I have given him panadol, taken his temperature and generally made sure nothing too sinister was going on.


THEN JA started screaming for a cup of milk. I decided perhaps JM might actually go down for a nap. I made him a bottle, made a cup for JA and put the baby down in his cot with his bottle. Yes, I know very much a no no but desperate times call for desperate measures. He went down for a sleep. YAH! It was 3.30 in the afternoon but he was silent and sleeping all the same.

However, during this time JA discovered that I had left a nearly full 3 litre bottle of milk on the kitchen bench. When I was in the baby's room he decided to poor the whole freaking thing all over the kitchen floor.

My head was (is!) aching, the house an absolute mess and there was a pile of laundry waiting to be washed due to the great laundry weather we are having. I looked at the kitchen floor and, I am not ashamed to admit, burst into tears. Then I cleaned up the milk. In order to calm myself down a bit I got on the computer to just get it all out. I just know Mr Pants will get home from work and complain about the state of the house.

My Mum is coming over tonight for dinner. Roast chicken. I guess I better get started in amongst the mess. At least the baby is still sleeping.

My head hurts, my heart hurts.