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!)
Hell, I even enjoy being woken up at 6.45am with a spider man/batman/superman hybrid stood on the bed looking over me forcefully telling me “you wear this mummy”, then getting up and making breakfast dressed as a batman/superman hybrid myself! Who wouldn’t…? Right?
I really do love them, I really do. What I don’t love as much is when at 10am and the living room looks like a bombs gone off in the toy box, or stepping on Lego bricks, or nearly tripping and breaking my neck on the steps because my wardrobe has once again been raided by my teenage infant and my silver, sparkly peep toes have been strategically placed at the top and bottom of the stairs, or even having to shout “Will stop stabbing/shooting/attacking your sister!” or “Amelia stop shoving/snatching/being mean to your brother!” or, and my favourite from this morning “William, you cannot leave the house in just your underpants and shoes! No, it doesn’t matter if they have Spider Man on them or not! Go put some clothes on please!” He came back in his Spiderman costume. (Puts head in hands.)
So after I finally washed and dressed (yes it was about 11am! Rewind back to the not judging part!), we got our coats on and took a stroll down to the Play Station in Ossett.
I love this place. It’s an indoor soft play area about a 20 minute walk from our house. The staff are friendly, the prices are reasonable and the kids love it.
We had a lovely autumn walk down, crunching in the leaves, Will throwing the leaves so they blew back in his sister’s face followed by all hell breaking loose.
Then we had to wait for two minutes whilst he declared he was clearing his (imaginary) webs from his hands and arms into his (imaginary) bag before we could cross the road. Two minutes doesn’t sound like a long time, but when you have a four year old chirping on about “Shall we just leave him here mummy”, or “Tell him to hurry up mummy! I want to go play!” or, “I’m bored of waiting William! Will you hurry up or we’re leaving you next to the road!” I don’t know where she gets it from! (Waits for sarci comment!)
It felt like forever. Even the whippet in the garden next to us looked slightly perplexed as to what he was doing!
We stopped to say hi to the chickens on the way and I nearly crapped myself taking a picture of them when I got a bit too close and one stuck its head through the fencing!
I had two caramel lattes and sat and wrote whilst they ran riot for a good two hours, and realised how un-stressful it all was… I’m sure they never behaved this well when they were at home full time before…. Although I did have to get up once to tell Will to stop acting like a Power Ranger because he was scaring another child.
Maybe it’s that whole luring me in to a false sense of security again…. They love that game…
Watch this space!
Night Guys! x