I just wanted pancakes

Sometimes when I'm woken up at ass-crack O'clock, (4) I feel like pancakes.  Here's the thing though.   A hot breakfast isn't something we ninjas are frequently partaking of.

Lucky I'm not the only ninja in the family.  We head off on the 40 minute drive to my sister's place.  Wonderboy (Ninja 1) and Hurrikane (Ninja 2) love visiting their Aunty.

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You'll understand the reason for the new ninja names later.  let's not spoil the magic of this tale.
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 We have our pancakes.  (Well I do.  Ninja Aunty sadly never gets hers...)  Everything is going well until Hurrikane takes a dive into a very pointy bit of skirting board/ bottom wall edgey part.  It's horrible and it's hospital worthy.

I just wanted pancakes.  Now there's blood and crying and I'm quietly freaking out.  Let's roll!  Let's roll!  We rush to the hospital.  I leave Wonderboy and Ninja Aunty (Ninjaunty?) in charge of parking and emergency beverages.

Hurrikane is reasonably cooperative at first but has major mood swings.  Wanting to boob continuously, then trying to run full speed around the waiting room and climb furniture.  I'll admit to thinking 'holy shitballs..'

Wonderboy does a good job of remembering where the car is parked and presents me with a fat coke.  Super refreshing.  I feel like I can get through this now.

While Hurrikane had a nap and some more free range mummy milk in the procedure room... Ninjaunty strategically maintained a steady flow of vending machine treasures and random strolls for Wonderboy.   Eventually someone came around with the glue.  No stitches, small victory!

The doctors were really quick and were happy to work around the crazy planking woman hovering over the baby's bed.  Yeah.  Me.  I had to bust out a semi-plank-pushup type manouvre and gymnurstically (it's a word) feed bubba. I don't usually perform strange breastfeeding stunts in public.. but in this case, I was going to do whatever it took to keep him calm.

Some people probably think I'm a whackjob.  I'm not super concerned about that though... mwahaha.  This ninja does. not. care.  Not today, or next week or whenever.

We're out in about 3 hours.  Nice.  I'm exhausted and Wonderboy is way overdue for an outburst.  The last vending machine triggers him, and I'm way too cranky and tired to be zen.  We get the hell out of the carpark and I say fuck a few times.

Seriously,  people.   I just wanted pancakes.

But no.

noooooo......

I ate the last half of my chocolate block stash with my head in the pantry when I finally got home at about 3.30.  I threatened to eat it at like 5am though, so really I have excellent willpower.

I think next time I'll have peany toast or something.

Solid plan.

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No ninjas were harmed in the making of this post.  Hurrikane is back up to no good and as usual, a total trooper.  Wonderboy didn't want to drink his milk at bedtime, and didn't believe that the water I replaced it with was actually real water.  Standard shenanigans.