The First One

Ok, so here it is. My first blog post. To be honest, I was just lying here in bed feeling like I REALLY wanted to have a big whinge about my middle daughter. She's been an absolute pest lately. She is typically a difficult child, but the last week has been really tough. It started on Tuesday evening when I had to go out and my husband Richard was looking after the girls. Little Miss 3 didn't want to stay in bed, and kept getting up. Now her mouse, Stuart, was on the kitchen bench because I was going to clean the cage out after I got home. So she got it into her little head that she wanted to play with Stuart and snuck out and took the cage into her room where she took him out.

The first thing Richard knew of this was when she brought him Stuart, limp and lifeless. She had killed him somehow, but we haven't been able to find out what happened. She is only 3, and doesn't really understand death so I think she just thought he was having a big sleep. Richard was mortified. He's a real sook when it comes to animals. He's mostly a vegetarian because he can't stand the thought of eating an animal because they have big brown eyes. Well, not really, but pretty close!

So he was furious, yelled at her etc etc. She finally went to bed crying blah blah blah.

I came home to a note on the bench telling me that Miss 3 had killed Stuart. I did feel like having a cry, but had too much stuff to do for that luxury.

So since then she has been a little terror. Maybe it is linked to this experience, maybe not. Its hard to tell. Like a chicken or the egg question I guess. We've had a couple of poo painting incidents in the last few days, she's blocked the toilet, rubbed saliva all over her bedroom mirror, painted the bathroom mirror, cabnet and walls with a stick deoderant, and is generally totally obnoxious about 70% of the time. I have really felt like giving her a huge wallop on a number of occasions, but I know that's a bad idea when i'm so angry at her!

I'm really glad that i had a henna booking today so i could get away from her for a bit. Even though I felt like rubbish.

And why am I feeling like rubbish? Because I am lucky enough to currently be the proud owner of a kidney infection. Maybe even two! Aren't I fortunate. Feels like pre-labour pain all the time. Yuk. This I could really do without, considering how difficult the little squirt has been the last few days.

So now I am going to sleep, even though its only 8:30. Lets hope that the kids all sleep though the night, cause I am liable to throw something at them if they don't!

Night!