Not as planned:

Let me just preface this post by saying..I am in the back half of my cycle - if you know what I mean - and therefore my morning started in somewhat of an - eh? - frame of mind..

I was planning on simply dressing myself and kids and getting a coffee on the way to playgroup..Jumpstart definitely required.. I had no intentions of extending myself in anyway..Maybe a litle cruise around on the internet before leaving..Definitely relaxed and ignorant of chores that are always there to be done..

As I planted my feet on the ground from my warm and cozy bed, it struck me...After two days of celebrations..I had more to come..Rylan needed a cake for playgroup - in just two short freakin hours! There was no way my Mummy guilt would allow me to NOT do it...Milla having had THIS cake at playgroup only weeks before...

Needless to say, I hit the ground running.. Girls NOT so much.. It took them twenty-five solid minutes to emerge fully clothed from their bedrooms..Sheesh.. Lunches and healthy breakfasts made for ALL six of us and three lots of hair brushed and groomed..

I got them to school on time though - with no need to shove the out of the car still moving at 40km hour..Thankfully...

Back home I pulled the mixer from the cupboard and then paused to change a stinky bottom.. Sigh.. Moving on.. Packet cake ( leave me alone  I was on a time limit!) mixed and in the oven. Washing on..Bins emptied..Diswasher emptied and re-stacked.

Milla and Rylan dressed.. Cake out of oven and straight into freezer - if there ever was time I wish I had a Masterchef blast freezer - it was now....

Me in shower..Barely let water warm me and I'm out...Dressed and then quickly hang washing out in the sunshine..

Mix icing while drying hair - who knew it was possible??? Up end various toy tubs in search of Thomas...or Percy...Or James??? Freaking hell - I would settle for Coco, Brewster or Wilson too at this point - but none are anywhere to be found?? Seriously? On any given day I stand on, bath with, locate a freakin toy train in my undies draw...

Where the hell are they? Island of Sodor my arse.... Thankfully, Rod emerges from his sleep-in and locates them....

Cake decorated...Thomas in pride of place..Except the birthday boy is seemingly against his previously mislaid fave engine being coated in green icing..Wailing ensues....Sigh...

So, as is typical in my household..Nothing goes as you think..I left the house loaded up for birthday celebrations at playgroup..Having completed ALOT more than I anticipated and a little more too..
In my little world..That's cause for celebration..

Drive thru coffee here I come...

Just to ease your worried minds.. Thomas was not harmed and thoroughly cleaned for his efforts..
Much to a little fella's delight..

xx