Happy Half Term!
Well, it is day one of half term and I thought I would share my days so far with all you mummy’s out there to help you get through the week with a smile on your face. Here are a few of my highlights so far and as it is only Monday all I can say is I am going to deserve one big bar of chocolate on Friday evening ………………
Have I mentioned before that I have 4 boys? Well, what I meant to say was I have 5 boys! One of them is somewhat taller than the others, somewhat better at diy and somewhat more of a handful than the4 of them put together at times. Let me introduce you to my husband!
On Saturday the six of us made a rare family trip to the supermarket together. Usually I cope just fine with the four of them on my own. There are always the shocked faces doing a double take as they count them in walking down the fruit and veg aisle. There are always the tutting older ladies looking on in disbelief when they think it is fun to spin their little brother around in the trolley barely missing the neatly stacked bottles of chardonnay. There is always the smug young student at the checkout watching me battle with packing my 15 bags of shopping with one hand whilst holding my wriggling 1 year old with my other. I put my ‘everything is under control’ smile on my face and we get through it. But never have we experienced the shame of being ‘told off’ by the fruit stacking shop assistant like we were today. I turned my back for one second to add some rather tasty looking melons to my trolley and my husband decided it would be funny to pick up my 6 year old and put him in the exotic fruit shelf. Yes that’s right ‘IN’ the shelf itself. Finding this hilarious my 7 year old then picked up my 4 year old and followed suit. So here I am with a 6 year old and a 4 year old sitting amongst the kiwi’s and mangos getting a dressing down from a very responsible shop worker telling them that their daddy was a very naughty man! The shame of it!
On Sunday I decided a good old trip to the grandparents was in order. The clocks going back an hour meant that for once we left on time as being my usual forgetful self I didn’t change any of the clocks in the house meaning we still operated as if it was 9am when it was in fact 8am. (I think I may use this tactic next week in a bid to get myself to school in time!) What should have been a straightforward journey however actually took three attempts. Attempt one took us to the end of our road before I remembered I had only shut one cat in the kitchen which meant cat number two was probably lurking underneath our bed. As last time this happened we were greeted home to the cat having used my husbands second drawer down as his litter tray, I thought that I should probably go back to confine the said cat to the kitchen. Attempt two got us down the road, out onto the main road and to the first set of traffic lights before I noticed that my 1 year olds cute little bare feet were missing a pair of shoes. So, to cries of ‘Muuuummmm, you are so annoying’ (this isn’t the first time they have experienced my forgetfulness!) I returned home to pick up his little pair of trainers which were sitting neatly at the bottom of the stairs. Attempt three should have gone smoothly but just as we were about to pull out onto the main road my ocd kicked in and I suddenly panicked that I hadn’t closed the front door. We reversed all the way up the road to check and found that, of course, it was shut and locked so we finally got on our way.
It is now Monday night and we have had a lovely day! The sun was shining, the sea was glistening and the boys were loving the fact that they didn’t have to go to school. I got to have a little lie in – thank you gran and gramps! It must have been nearly 8.30 before my little cherubs literally dragged me out of bed telling me I was lazy. We had a walk along the seafront and played on the pier but their highlight of the day by far was sitting on the top of a double decker bus to get home. Did my boys drive me crazy with their shouting and fighting? – Yes! Did they get sent to their bedrooms for gross misconduct on more than one occasion? – Yes. Did I use computer games periodically to calm down their rambunctiousness? – Yes! Did I expect it to be any different? – No! My boys are like dogs – they need to be exercised or they go crazy. If they are kept busy they are fantastic. If we have a quiet hour at home, they are likely to fill it by winding each other up, bickering and fighting. But what can I say, boys will be boys. I am sure that this isn’t the first time I have said that phrase on my blog and it certainly won’t be the last!
Happy half term everyone! x