Is Mammy the ONLY Mammy whose minions spend the entire day either with their nappies sticking out of the fridge, or raiding through the cupboards?
This Fudgemonster currently eats 12 meals a day, not counting snacks hidden in secret stashes or cereal eaten off the floor. This was taken 20 minutes after her SECOND breakfast this morning. 😂
I’ve had to take the safety lock OFF the press which contains the bleach and chemicals. It is now on the fridge…
And it seems that there is a limbo or vortex of some sort between our house and next door. No matter how much they eat here, from the second they walk through the door of Granny’s, they EAT. Not only do they eat, they actually BEG. They whine as if they’re STARVING and scobe the food offered into them so fast, that the Grandparents most certainly exchange eyebrow raises over their starved little heads and genuinely wonder if I actually feed them AT ALL over in the torture pit of child hell that is my own house.
Poor unfed, unloved minions. Bad Mammy who never feed them. 😂
So now, with them going back to school and playschool for 5 full days a week, my biggest fear is NOT how they’ll adapt, or settle in, or survive without me… nope. I am seriously concerned that they won’t manage to ONLY eat at breaktimes and lunchtimes. I fear that they shall fade away without the constant drip of food from my poor, knackered cupboards. I expect the childcare facility to send me extra bills for all the EXTRA food that this doll will insist on eating every day.
I wonder if I should smuggle in some extra snacks in their bags? 😂😂😂😂
Well normality has resumed.
I’ve said before that Princess is like me… she LOVES her food and has always had a wonderful petite.
One of the worst parts of her being sick for the past few weeks has been watching her having no interest in food.
But it’s all OK apparently, because her appetite has returned, and with it has arrived her attitude.
I think she has fecking worms.
For the past 3 days, she has spent the ENTIRE afternoon and evening…right up until bedtime, either standing at the fridge grunting, opening every cupboard while lamenting the lack of food in her hand, or pushing her high chair around the kitchen, wailing like a cailleach.
And I’m not exaggerating.
Here is what she ate between 3pm and 7pm yesterday…
2 rich tea biscuits
1.5 rice cakes
Half of a wrap with ham
A bowl of Cheerios
Pasta and 3 sausages
Not too bad you say?
This was AFTER her day in creche, where I am informed she ate:
and TWO, YES TWO Bowls of Chilli with mashed potato.
And once she saw the sausages going onto the pan, she cried incessantly until I lifted her up in my arms, from where she watched them cooking, alternating between squeaks of joy and whines of despair that they were not in fact in her fudgy hands yet.
My back was broken.
My head was busting.
My fridge was dangerously empty. Only the meat for The Him’s dinner and brussel sprouts remained.
And they were in genuine danger!
Today, we’re slap bang in the middle of her “Feckin Feed Me” dance. She is currently quiet because she is eating the end of Mini-Me’s yoghurt, deeming her own pot too empty for her.
I have about 3 minutes before Round 3.