Recently, I've moved bedtime forward a bit to make sure they're ready and refreshed for school the next day.
I'm not sure how many of you find this occurring, but for my two, it seems to have become a bit of a ritual. I call it a ritual as, sadly, it's been going on for some time now.
It usually goes like this:
Bath, PJ's, bed, snack (usually toast or fruit - I find they sleep better if fed just before hand), a drink and either a story (we're quite big fans of Whizz Pop Granny Stop! at the moment) or a DVD. The DVD can be anything from Peter Pan to Bedtime with Elmo - Just nothing too hyper before they sleep, followed by...... drum roll please.....
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They broke up from school seven days ago… and I’m already losing the will to live. I don’t understand where my darling children have gone, and why they’ve been replaced by havoc wreaking demons! I mentioned the bomb going off in the living room toy box the other day, well this morning, after waking up with a headache and a cold, I was faced with a train set tripping hazard on the hallway, which just happens to be in between my bedroom and the bathroom. After standing on two little trees, stubbing my toe on a train station and then tripping over the bridge, I knew I was all set up for a very bad day indeed. Firstly I must apologize for seemingly disappearing off the face of the earth this week. I’ve been struggling to find time to write in between MMR boosters, bombing the house, pill checks (I’ve lost half a stone by the way! High five me!), bonfire night and a generally unwell little princess. Secondly, I’m going to touch on a subject which people seem to forget about. A subject which lies close to my heart. I can’t fault the media for raising awareness of this topic every now and again, but it seems to be that as soon as its coverage has finished, it’s forgotten. It’s that age old out of sight, out of mind scenario. The topic today is PND. Post Natal Depression. The half term break is finally upon us and I’ll be honest, I’m not entirely sure how I feel about it. Part of me is thinking “yes the kids are ready for it” and “ooh I can stay in my PJs till 11am!” (Don’t judge me.) I mean this morning, I got to enjoy two cups of my new lemon and ginger green tea without even so much as thinking about rushing about or getting the kids dressed. As usually though, Will was already dressed as a pirate by 7am. On the other hand, not only do I now feel like I’m going to be spiralling out of control into a wallowing pit of laziness, but I’m also mourning the loss of my precious child free three hours a day. That’s fifteen hours! FIFTEEN!! (sobs quietly) Then I think, but now I can spend five full days with my wonderful, darling, not at all evil, children. (Sobs again, whilst remembering the fifteen hours!) This, my friends is a full on rant. So brace yourselves. Firstly I must apologise for not writing sooner. I've not been very well this weekend I'm afraid, so here's a long one for you.
It all started with "Mummy I'm tired!" Amelia and I had already been up half an hour before Will as he came strolling down stairs at 7:20am, blanket over his shoulders like a cape. He slumped on the floor by the coffee table. "You'll soon wake up when we start walking to school", I said, "Do you want Porridge or Coco Pops for breakfast?" I asked. "I DONT WANT PORRIDGE!" He exclaimed. Coco pops it was. It should have been that simple..... but this is MY son, we're talking about. So this is the third morning this week we've had no tantrums. One morning last week, as I was preparing breakfast, Good Morning Britain was on in the background. As our mornings rarely run smoothly, I wasn't paying much attention to what they were saying, Amelia on the other hand was, especially when one of the readers mentioned evolution. "Mummy, what's everylution?" She asks. "You mean evo lution darling." I explained, but what really was going through my mind was this - "It's not even 8am, your brother already hates me, I've not even got half way through my (now cold) coffee, and you want me to explain evolution! You're four years old!" So last week, I'm having early morning cuddles with moodles and she asks me if I want some sweets. |
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