So yesterday was interesting.
First, Pal was called into work around 4:30am because his apprentice’s brother had been in a car accident (he’s ok, in case you are wondering).
Then Roo, who had found her way into our bed yet again, woke and decided to play hide and seek with my blankets. At 5am.
After giving up on any chance of returning to sleep (at 6:30am – I really did give ignoring her a good hot shot) I got up and decided to release the Two from their prison.
Known as their bedroom. Filled with toys. Complete with a trampoline – otherwise known as two mattresses on the ground.
As I opened the door, I heard Fraser singing.
The song all mothers dread to hear.
“I poo, I poo, I poo!”
And in the split second before I opened the door fully, I honest to goodness thought I was just going to have to change a rather unpleasant nappy.
Oh how naive I was.
There, sitting in the middle of his bed (aforementioned mattress on the ground), was my eldest son (by 40 seconds).
Completely, utterly, starkers.
He had managed to wrangle his way out of his sleeping bag, his big softie pajamas, his clip up suit underneath, and his nappy.
In order to poo all over his bedroom floor.
And you know what I thought?
Thank goodness he ate all those bananas yesterday.
By 7am all the children were fed and I proceeded to dress them and get Roo ready for her day at daycare.
By 8:30 we were wandering down to her school and picking as many flowers as possible on the way.
Because Pal had left for work so early, he had forgotten to get the correct pram out of the boot of the car and so I decided that seeing as we were, for once, early for dropping the girl at school, we would head over, say hi to Daddy and do the pram swap dance.
Big mistake.
In the process of the pram swap dance I managed to offend my husband mightily.
At which point he yelled at me in front of both customers and colleagues and threw his bread rolls all over the ground.
In his defense, he was exhausted and I had forgotten to do something he had repeatedly asked me to do.
And, being the gracious and cool headed wife we all know me to be – *ahem* – I took his bank card and wandered down the street to buy myself a new teapot.
Because that will teach him!
That evening, when he asked me about the new addition to my teapot collection (and had apologized for the outburst), and why it was necessary, I told him exactly how and why that teapot now sits on my kitchen bench.
And that, ladies, is how revenge is best served.
As tea.
That’s a gorgeous teapot – it’s just a pity that you had the kind of day that justifies it!
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Haha, it was almost worth it for this beauty!
wow, you did well stopping at the teapot. Goodness only knows what I would have bought. lol.
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Haha, I was tempted to complete my Robert Gordon set in one fell swoop, but then remembered my kids need to eat!
This made me laugh – I am also a firm believer in the power of tea(pots)! Does miracles to improve your mood and restore your sanity. Thanks for sharing!
Yes! A lovely cup of tea poured out of a lovely tea pot really does have restorative powers!
I’m sorry he yelled at you. Even more sorry that he yelled at you in front of people (for some reason that makes it worse to me). But I think you did pretty well to only buy a single teapot.
A yellow teapot however – perfection. I adore yellow. It is my colour this year (as is turquoise) and I imagine for the years to come. I have recently fallen back in love with yellow (after it being my favourite childhood colour) and it makes me smile every single time I see it.
May today be a wonderful day.
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Yellow takes me to my happy place, too! He really very rarely raises his voice, and especially at me. And now I’ve got my teapot revenge I am Ok!
Oh I love this. I am going to keep retail therapy in mind for the next time Mr Black is really mean to me.
I highly recommend it! There’s a lovely little shop in town that sells kitchen and giftware and I’ve got quite a few pieces ear marked for future transgressions!
This gave me a giggle. Kids and husbands argh!!
Hope it didn’t take too long to clean up the poo.
Tea pot is cute
I love that teapot!
Tea that comes from pots does have special powers.
I am just waiting for the day that my Toddler manages to get himself out of bed clothes…and poos…and smears it everywhere.
I know it will happen. Just like the poo in the tub will happen.
It is just a matter of time.
When it does happen, you can be sure I will be thinking of you and of your teapot!
Oh hun. Sounds like a rough (understatement) morning, but that tea pot is gorgeous and almost completely makes up for it! I’m so thankful Nick never managed to get out of his nappies!!
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The tea pot looks fantastic. I guess if I were in the same situation as you I’d have bought a tea pot too.
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Oh Daisy – I love your yellow teapot and i hope it serves up mugs full of happiness ( ‘smug’ ness maybe ) and not reminders of how it came to be.
I do remember times my boy escaped his nappy and poo’ ed and his brother trod in it everywhere and I guess you know …ewww !
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Oh how I love reading your adventures. This sounded like an interesting, frustrating AND funny day (if you don’t mind me saying so)… and ending with a GORGEOUS YELLOW TEA POT purchase?! Wow, I call that a win. xx