Speaking to a pregnant friend, I described motherhood as one long guilt trip. And man oh man have I felt guilty in this last week.
I’ve been hit by an awful flu bug and haven’t left the house for a week. Of course that also means my daughter hasn’t been out either which just makes me feel terrible. I feel the worst when I couldn’t even play shops on the sofa. And the disappointment in her face when she bought her dolls up to my bed and all I could do was stand them on the pillow. Dinners, have just been the easiest thing I found in the cupboard.
Then the snow, the first time we’ve had the white stuff in five years and I’m holed up in my bed, she is looking out the window really excited and I can’t muster the energy to even open the door. Being ill sucks big time.
I should’ve known better than to let her loose with the decs, after she came down the stairs in a summer vest and a pair of leggings back to front, but no, the obvious thing to do was let her dress the Christmas tree right?
And at only about a metre tall the top half is completely bare. Am I a good mum for saying “yeah go for it, be creative!” Or a bad mum for asking how long I have to leave it in that mess before I can tidy it up? Do you think she’d notice? Have you done the same?
So the autumn bugs are upon us, for the last three weeks I have felt absolutely rotten. My little girl started school this year and I have felt the full force of a horrible cold. My daughter had it for a week and I thought that was bad enough, the pair of us sat at home basically feeling dreadful but took our medicine and ate oranges together. Now it’s just me who feels like I’m dying every day but what can you do you’ve still got to carry on and go to work, get dinner, play with them and help them with homework, there is absolutely no let up, all in a haze of Beechams. We have watched hundreds of films just so I don’t have to chase around for her.
The one thing I think we are lacking in society is a food delivery service that has decent meals. I thought long and hard about this and reckon I’ve come up with a plan. What we need is comfort food, so how about a roast delivery company? Not where they bring the mail already plated, but van that will bring a carvery to your door. When it arrives on your drive you go out with a big plate and load up with meat and veg just the same as you would in a restaurant. I reckon that would make me feel loads better. Good plan huh?
In the summer holidays were all looking for things to keep the kids occupied, so please can I pass on my little tip to you. Having just got back from a very rainy and muddy Camp Bestival weekend at certain times it was easier said than done entertaining our little rugrats, but we stumbled upon something rather wonderful when inside the tent because rain had stopped playing.
Eating jelly with a fork it turns out is hilarious, tasty and takes a long time cos it keeps dropping off. How brilliant, I'm applying this principle to everything during the next month to see if it will hold off the screams of "Mummmmmmyyyyyyy!" (See my last blog) I wonder what else I can do it with? Spaghetti with a cocktail stick? Drawing only with things found in the garden?
I’ve just got back from the weirdest Sunday afternoon ever, I’m just back from a rave! Ha no I didn’t think I’d be saying that at my age and with a 4 year old in tow, but it was fantastic, a family rave. All the old cheesy quavers (ravers) from back in the day still love all those tunes that they heard in the middle of a field, but now they’re hitting middle age and don’t really get out dancing anymore (I’m judging by my own standards) so, anyway, those ravers are still there and these family raves are for them, but this time around they take their kids with them and wear more comfortable shoes.
At lunchtime on a Sunday there was a queue of people to get into a nightclub in town. I could hear the thud of the bass and was immediately transported back to a farm where someone had set up a sound system, what a wonderful trip down memory lane. And to have my 4 year old there, loving the tunes, the lights and carrying glow sticks was both emotional and hilarious. I’d already tried to educate her about house music and she dances to it with her hands in the air like she’s holding up the roof.
Every time a new song dropped all the people over 4ft tall let out a whoop and had big smiles, the kids thought it was ace to just be inside a nightclub and with glitter cannons and bubbles too, dreams were made today.
I played hockey at the weekend and so my lovely Toyota Yaris has been loaded up, I mean loads of luggage, not only did I need my kit, but I also need to take about a weeks worth of entertainment for my daughter, which includes a buggy for sleeping, a bike, teddy, a bag of princesses, a bag of “My little Pony’s” some stickers, a lunchbox, 5 blankets just in case, a football, a scooter and 8 coats because she can’t decide which one to wear and of course wellies and a change of clothes. It all fitted in admirably, I don’t really want to unload it and find all the debris.
Soft play, most people’s idea of hell on earth. Brightly coloured crash mats and climbing frames all covered in snot and jammie dodgers. That’s why the kids MUST keep their socks on, just in case the slip on something that shouldn’t be there. There’s a coffee shop that sells cakes that are too good not to eat even at this time of year and sofas that allow me to lie back and shut my eyes just for a second, even if I can’t block out the excited squeals coming out the bottom of the twisty tube slide. Approximately every 20 seconds a call will come from somewhere “mummmmmyyyy” as 30 alert mothers turn their heads like meerkats.
Even with all this going on we managed to stay for 4 hours, really got our money’s worth out of our £4 entry fee. My little un went up the climbing frame and back down the slide, did a great impression of Miley Cyrus on the plastic cannonball thing and played with other children until one of them looked at her funny. In fact the only reason we didn’t stay for another couple of hours is because my phone ran out of battery.