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.
"Here you go!", I popped the Coco Pops down on the table for him. "I DONT WANT COCO POPS!" He cried out!
Oh my lord! "But you said you didn't want porridge?" I said. "I DO want porridge! Porridge with jam!"
I laughed a bit, looked at Amelia, she laughed a bit and all of a sudden he stands up, stamps his foot and declares "It's not even funny mummy! It's not even funny! I don't like my blanket anymore!" he says whilst hurling it over his shoulder like a diva and shouts "I'm going!", then storms off.....
This is going to be one long ass morning I thought...... After chuckling a bit more with Amelia over his dramatic exit, I head into the kitchen to prepare the all important "porridge with jam" and secretly fear what challenges next lay ahead...
Surprisingly enough, the rest of the morning goes pretty smoothly.... And when I go to collect him from school, he's sat on the carpet proudly wearing his jumper!! Now, I'm not being funny, but that jumper, or rather the lack of him wearing it has been the bane of my life for over a week, so this is a BIG deal for us! I then start beaming when he comes running over to me and the teacher announces that he went and got it from his bag and put it on himself because he was cold!!! That was a proud parent moment right there!! Get in!!!
There's that false sense of security again....
After collecting Amelia from school we headed to the park, where this lady is sat making things out of loom bands... Most times the ice cream van screeches up too, so I avoided taking my purse so I have a genuine reason not to fill them with ice cream before tea.
Now, we'd already had one park drama this month and I wasn't looking for another anytime soon, sadly that was not to be the case.
Amelia finds her friends and they all go off to look at the loom band things the lady has made. Amelia spies a blue and white headband that she must have and when I utter those fateful words "Mummy's not got her purse sweetheart", it's like I've just brought her entire world crashing down around her! Hand me the 'Worst Mother of the Year' award now!
Like I mentioned before, after school, the park is pretty full, especially on nice days, this day was no exception. "I WANT IT NOW!" She wails... Awesome, people have started looking. "Listen, if you go and find out how much it is, we'll come back for it tomorrow and mummy will bring her purse!" Her face lights up, she runs over and comes back "£1.25!" she announces! "Can I have some money now?"
"No Amelia, mummy's not got her purse. I've just said we'll come back tomorrow." She lets out the most blood curdling scream followed by "It's not fair! You don't love me anymore!"
Wow! Just wow! She storms off, she cries. She comes back, she cries. She goes and sits on her own, and cries. Just when I think she's stopped as she's climbed to the peak of the ropey climbing frame thing - more commonly known to Will as 'The Web' - There's another blood curdling scream. For a second, it feels like the entire park goes silent, then I spot the culprits.
Two young lads are shaking 'the web'. When they realise there's a damsel in distress at the top of the tower, they stop immediately and start climbing up to assist. It looks like the seven year Prince Charming is about to shout "Rapunzel! Rapunzel! Let down your hair!", as reaches out his hand to her!
But what is this?! The Knight in Shining Armor is closing in. He's just about to reach the top before Princey and then she points my way and declares "I WANT MY MUM!"
For the love of god! It's bad enough climbing that thing to rescue ten ton Will when the parks empty. How on earth am I suppose to maintain any poise or dignity when try to get my leg up and over and then trying to scramble back down with a small child strapped to my front with onlookers.... It's nion impossible!
During the rescue mission Princey & Knighty frantically apologise, they didn't know she was up there but they did try to, and I quote "Save her!" She's always had a way with the boys.
I remember her settling in session at school. Excitedly chatting all the way there, then once we get in the class room she goes quiet. As in deathly quiet, and all of a sudden looks like she's going to cry. The lovely teacher comes over to introduce herself and starts talking to her. Oh god, she's going to cry... Don't cry! Don't cry!! I'm thinking! Then all of a sudden, out of the blue... who is this swooping in... Super George to the rescue!!!
They stare at each for a few seconds, maybe 10, 15 seconds - For people who don't have kids, I believe that children of this age seem to prefer to communicate using telepathy and body language, rather than actual words; it's almost like being normal is below them as, out of nowhere and without saying a word, he takes her hand and they walk off into the swirling mass of children before them.
And they lived happily ever after..... until I picked her up at 1:30pm
Night guys!