Stupid things happen in threes...

So maybe I can work out how many more we're due this weekend to stop myself from going insane!

This week, we got locked out, had no sleep and Phil has been in a horrendous mood since Friday morning. He's having a lie-in now so perhaps that'll help.

Yesterday I went to a horrid supermarket to get all our christmas preparation ingredients. Finn refused to go to bed and just clung to me like a koala for two and a half hours so I was still making the red onion marmalade at 11pm last night - but it's absolutely gorgeous so that's a good thing!

This morning I had to get up with Finn at 6am, although I'd expected him to sleep a little later as he ended up not falling asleep til 8.30pm and woke hourly for nightfeeds. So I was really proud of myself for wanting to get on and not waste that time. Pride comes before several falls, apparently... Chloe joined us (despite also having a late night - I predict her mood will be in decline by about 9.30am) and we decided to make the chocolate roulade to freeze for Christmas Day. As I mentioned, I bought all the ingredients yesterday. Except we didn't read the recipe properly and when Chloe had broken six eggs beautifully into the bowl with the sugar, not a trace of shell in sight, we realised the eggs needed separating and we only wanted the yolks for that bit. Which obviously meant the whole lot was useless for the roulade, and because I'd bought only the ingredients we needed (of course, who'd be so stupid as not to read a recipe properly?), we didn't have anymore eggs or sugar. And it's sunday, so the shops don't open til ten. So the melted chocolate will be hard again by the time we get to that stage again.

So, I took a calming down break. Which was interrupted by the cat doing an enormous poo, so the calming down break became a clean out the cat tray break. Not quite as relaxing, somehow. And then Finn poured a glass of water over the computer keyboard. Which was annoying but doesn't seem to have caused any permanent damage. So we gave up for a bit and had some more breakfast, then decided to make three sponges with the useless roulade mix, two to make a sandwich cake for my next training weekend, and one for our christmas trifle. So that was good. Until we came to put the mixture in the tins and realised the marg was still sitting in the scales. So we mixed it all again, and finally got the cakes into the oven. When Finn again sensed I was on the verge of feeling calm and filled the biggest nappy ever. And Chloe wanted to have an argument about unsuitable tv programmes. And the cat escaped and raced upstairs miaowing - although Phil seems to have slept through that too.

And there we are. The last of the sponges is cooking now, the children have both had breakfast, Phil has had a long lie-in (I know, a student would find that hilarious but 9am is a HUGE treat here!) and we may have time to dash to the shop before Chloe's riding lesson. This has been a ridiculous morning but we're all still standing, nothing has happened that isn't fixable, and I think I'm learning to cope a little better with stressful situations. A little. And I've lost count of how many things that was - definitely more than three. Can we get a break now?!