One of those mornings

I suspect Sera is feeling discomfort from her second tooth that is peeping out. She was awake at two hourly intervals all through the night. When I went to her at 4.45am this morning, she was surprisingly awake and decided she wanted to start her playing. I plopped unto the spare mattress in her room, and snuggled under a blanket, trying in vain to sleep. Where does she get all her energy???

Well I finally put her back to bed at about 6.30am, I was quite awake by then but decided that I didn't want to start my day just yet, so I jumped back into bed and willed myself to sleep. We both woke up at 9am. Opps! Guilty ...

Anyway, I wasted no time in preparing her bath. However ... I noticed black ants all over her changing area! Eeeeeek! I had to find the trail and it quickly led me into the spare bathroom. Sera was following me, crawling and looking very curious. Ok what I did next is going to raise eyebrows but I took the nearest thing I could get hold of to kill the ants - liquid hand soap. I started squirting the soap on the trail. The ants, with their little brains, started to walk around the soap squirts! Hmmm ... so I had no choice but to use my fingers to smear the soap along the trail and at the same time 'kill' them. Oh I also ran into our room to get hold of Johan's forgotten bottle of eau de toilette. Sorry babe! I squirted a few drops along the trail. If the contents didn't kill them, the smell sure did!

Sera was of course very, very amused and entertained. She even clapped her hands several times.

All of a sudden, the hose from the wall to the cistern creaks and bursts. Water is violently spraying at all directions. What a MESS! I quickly turned the tap off and turned to checked on Sera, who was trying to crawl in vain. She was slipping and sliding. Sera and I were dripping wet with water that I can't imagine was the cleanest kind. What was I to do? I decided to simply shut the door to the soap induced dead ants, floating in a semi-flooded and very pungent male eau de toilette smelling bathroom because while I scooped Sera up, I had an angry whiff of major operation poop. I had more important things to do - she was in need of a good bath.

I would say the bath went pretty well considering I only got myself more wet from her enthusiastic water splashing, a spilled bottle of baby oil, my failed attempts to give her vitamin D drops and as usual her strong and stubborn fight when I try to dress her up.

On a whole I would rate this morning as a little above 'typical'.

Anyway, there is always 'calm after a storm'. Sera is taking her morning nap now, clothes are in the washing machine, the dishes have been washed, and I think I just might make myself a cup of coffee and flip through yesterday's newspaper.