I THINK I HAVE ALIENS IN MY HOUSE

Well as you all should know school has finished for the year. 6 weeks of bliss, well for the kids anyway. Their first day i was awoken at 6.30am after thinking i could hopefully sleep in till at least 7.30am. That idea must have been a dream because on school days i would struggle to awake them.

My day started with constant arguing over what they wanted to watch on Foxtel. Thank god we had Foxtel set one up in our room, so at least that was one less argument. After i thought that was sorted finally, i found breakfast cereal all over the kitchen floor, spilt orange cordial on the carpet. My mission for the morning was to mop the floor, fold the clothes and hopefully do some more work on my blog.

By lunchtime I had boiled some eggs to add to my potatoe salad for dinner that evening and left the eggs on the bench to cool before peeling them. At 2pm Nicolas and Chloe fell asleep (bliss) and Jordan layed down with his dummy and favourite pillow and looked like he was going to sleep also.
I then sat down on the couch to watch some TV and fell asleep. (i have learnt before dont ever fall asleep with a autistic child on the loose).

Within 1/2 an hour i woke up to Jordan screaming through the house, had found some xmas presents in our garage and opened them, then I found egg shells all over the floor and up the stairs with only the yolk eaten out of them,a half eaten iceblock that had melted all over our TV cabinet, the floor had dads spilt coke everywhere and too top it off he had gotten into the cream, smeared it on the floor, covering some of it with toilet paper and the rest of the role down the toilet blocking the toilet bowl!!!!!

If things werent bad enough, Nicolas and Chloe awoke wanting to go outside and play with their water pistols and jump on the trampoline. After slapping on their sunscreen, I let them out, they decided to make mud baths as kids do, with me screaming at them constantly to turn the tap off and stop wasting water. Mopping the floor before letting kids outside to play in mud isnt always a smart idea, as Jordan kept running inside and out, letting millions of flys in the house. I am still today finding flies and spraying them unless their is maggots breeding in my house somewhere, after leaving mud trails and dripping water on the floor and almost slipping on the tiles i decided to lock them outside and every 5 minutes they wanted to come in and go to the toilet. In the end i told them to go in the garden unless they needed too do number 2's.

Not long after bringing the kids in, washing and drying them off, jordan decided to pooh his pants a bit, proceed to pick his bum wiping it on the walls, it was not long after he walked past me i could smell that awful wooft of pooh. I washed his hands, sat him on the toilet and made him sit there for 15 minutes, which in the end gave up as he wouldnt go, then proceeded to clean up his pooh art off the walls. 10 minutes later he came to me with baby wipes with his pants around his ankles trying to wipe his behind getting it on his hands again. ARGGGGGGGGGGGG!

At 5pm i looked at my clock and thought yipee daddy will be home soon and as usual nothing much has been done.
Hubby wonders why at 5.30pm after returning home i poor myself some wine and proceed to get drunk! Great he says, am i going to come home each day during school holidays and find my wife getting sloshed? Me i say, of course not, why would I feel the need to do that!

Hubby is tired and sore after climbing towers all day in the heat, the kids want to chat and play with him, i want his attention too because i feel the need for adult stimulation (talking that is), but am out of luck because he falls asleep after dinner with his beer in one hand. So at the end of my tiresome day i have come to the conclusion, i have aliens in my house and they wont be returning anywhere soon in their little spaceship because these lovable little aliens are here too stay.