the adlards

Michelle was going out for the evening. The girls were both down by 7.45 … I was going to get to read! A real book! I cleaned up dinner, loaded the dishwasher, crept upstairs and brushed my teeth then a 12 stone man with a rough beard pinned Sophie down and started cutting thin slivers off her toes with a chainsaw.

Nothing else could explain the noise.

He didn’t go away when I ignored him (even though my book was ready on my bed). He didn’t go away when I held her as I set up my out-of-office message to cover my next three days of meetings. He didn’t go away when I carried her downstairs in case Josie woke up too (eek!). He didn’t go away when I decided, for lack of a productive breast, to make her some apple porridge; sterilised a dish, defrosted and boiled some apple, measured in some powdered rice and added boiling water …

It was while I was stirring the porridge madly, with the dish standing in a second dish of cold water to try to cool it faster, that he left. I peeked around the door and she was out for the count. I switched all the lights out on the route to her room, carefully lifted her little body and BANG he was back in full force. I scampered back to the kitchen.

It took about two spoons to chase him off again for good, and by the time she’d got to the bottom of the dish I was having to wake her to make sure she swallowed.

Now of course I’m too proud of myself to just read a book.

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