Sunday

Had a nice morning. We all got up and went to Costa for breakfast. Usual chaos with J and I attempting to drink coffee, look through the papers, have a conversation and keep the children entertained all at the same time. Our friends Marija and Andy came in with their little boy James and the children took it up a notch. We left before the whole place was demolished.

Came home and Toby and I made key lime pies for a birthday party we went to this afternoon. J is off on a weeklong trip now. He's in Milan for the first half of the week then he's taking a train to Paris to meet Kieran and they're going to the France vs Ireland rugby match on Friday at the Stade de France.

J left at lunchtime and I got the children ready for the party. I decided to take the car even though one of the shock absorbers is broken. I've got to have it repaired this week but with both children, the nappy bag, the birthday present and two lime pies there's no way I wanted to attempt walking to the party. So I got everyone and everything into the car and we bumped our way over to the party.

We were there about fifteen minutes before Toby and Rosie started arguing over a toy. I finally calmed them down and was just getting into a nice conversation with another mum when Rosie started pushing a little boy. I broke up that little argument then got another glass of champagne. Toby and Rosie were soon at it again and I walked out into the garden just in time to see Toby smack Rosie in the head. Put Tobes into Time Out, cuddled Rosie and tried to enjoy myself.

After breaking up yet another tussle I attempted once again to have a conversation with a grown up. I soon realised that Toby and Rosie were no longer in the garden. I went into the house and found Rosie playing very nicely with some puzzles but couldn't find Toby anywhere downstairs or in the garden. I was standing in the hall checking the living room again when I heard "Mo-om!" from upstairs. Uh oh.

Tobes had wet his pants. At least he made it to the bathroom first but he was soaking. His T-shirt, his trousers, pants, socks and shoes were covered as well as the bathroom floor. Oh. My. God. There was no way to just tidy him up. We would have to leave. I explained this to Toby and he started crying and shouting that he hadn't had any birthday cake yet. Managed to calm him down, clean the bathroom floor, dress Toby in his wet clothes and stand him by the front door before going in search of Rosie who had wandered back into the garden and was now happily playing with the other children.

Tried to explain to Rosie that we needed to go and she immediately went into kicking and screaming mode. I couldn't even pick her up because she was thrashing around and every time I came near her she ran off. Finally managed to catch her, plug a dummy in her mouth, grab the nappy bag, make our apologies and get out the door. We had been at the party less than an hour.

Got Toby home and bathed and then put him in his pajamas. I thought briefly about trying to return to the party but decided to just surrender. It's 4.30pm and I'm just waiting until a time that I can decently go to bed.