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Less screens/more screens

Another week and another warning that we shouldn't let our children be on a screen for too long. I totally get it, you don't want your kids being zombielike after they've watched YouTube for an hour and a half. Equally I have lots of things to do, the dinner, the washing and it just buys me a little bit of time. It also gives her a little bit of chill, she's been chasing around all day in the woods, getting muddy and to sit quietly and watch an episode of Peppa Pig is great.

I feel like I'm doing good parenting if I say to my four year old "put the iPad down and come and watch the tele!"

And I've seen the tutting majority in a restaurant, when I gave my daughter my phone to watch videos, they look scornfully at me, but what would you rather a full on meltdown tantrum to go with your dinner or a nicely behaved child sitting at table watching a screen.

And then this week another report saying that we need more computer programmers so we should let our children go on computers more, make your mind up.

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Summer time wasting

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?

School induction nerves

I’m off to my little ones school induction tonight and I’m nervous as hell. Would it be ok to take her or does that flag up that I’m “one of those ” yknow single mothers? Do I look stupid asking what time school starts and finishes? Shouldn’t I just know that information? 

What happens if they don’t have garlic bread on the menu every day? I swear that kid lives on the stuff! And I’m imagining her crying her heart out when she realises they don’t do jam sandwiches either. 

And will I burst into tears in anticipation like I did in my ante-natal class? 

Festi-simpleĀ 

Festivals, such brilliant fun but they can be such hard work. Last weekend we went to ‘Common people’ in Southampton, an amazing festival with some brilliant acts on, not that I got to see any of them because I had my four-year-old with me and we all know that that means they need entertaining and I fall down the priority list.Did she want to go on the inflatables for free? Did she want to go and see the circus acts for free? Did she want to have a go at tightrope walking for free? Nope
Instead we spent a fortune in the first half an hour. Facepainting with glitter 5 pounds, the helter-skelter 4 pounds, an ice cream 3 pounds and a pizza for a tenner. And you know what she did after all of that, yeah she played with the three toys that we taken with us from home. She couldn’t of given a monkeys about fat man scoop being on.

Merry Christmas, for one day only.

The reality never lives up to the dream does it? And that’s never more true than at Christmas. We all strive for the perfect day with a turkey dinner and a snowman built out the front of our house, just like the pictures on the cards. But it’s just not like that is it?
I’ve got to say, my little un came close to perfect on Christmas Day, playing nicely with the toys she’d opened in the morning and not really taking any notice of the ones still wrapped under the tree, which is no mean feat for a 3 year old. But Boxing Day was meltdown city from start to finish. Nothing, and I mean nothing, was right. We went out for some fresh air,  obviously she had to wear her new Rapunzel dress and Rapunzel hair, she wanted to hold something in her hand, it HAD to be a sausage and some ketchup, then just wailing for half an hour cos I said no. Not the best look for a Disney Princess. 
It continued in the car, when she missed approximately 2 seconds of a song and demanded a rewind. Someone nudged her, the potato was in the wrong place and wanting marshmallows in the middle of the night all warrant kicking and screaming apparently. 

When can I go back to work?