Good morning. So my blog today comes to you from the swinging seat in the garden. I have my new toy, a Netbook – courtesy of my lovely husband (thanks babe!) – who is keen to find something to help me get through these long days, during which, sometimes, I am lucky to even have a conversation with anyone over the age of six until he gets home in the evening! My main problem at the moment, with this versatile new set up, which is giving me a new found freedom, seems to be keeping two pairs of sticky fingers, one set clutching a bit of grubby apple, away from the shiny new machine! This is great, I am sat outside in the fresh air, I can hear the birds singing, Hannah and Georgia are playing nicely together on the slide... I feel chilled!
A far cry from last night’s bath and bedtime, which was an absolute nightmare. What is it about the couple of hours after school (witching hour) that turns perfectly nice kids into whinging, unreasonable horrors? I understand that everyone is tired and hungry, but really, do they have to go into melt-down? Sometimes I find myself reaching for the TV remote control in the vain hope that a bit of TV time might restore a bit of calm. However, I then go through the whole guilt thing about sticking my kids in front of the TV and so I sometimes try to get through without the assistance of the flickering screen. The other day, Abbie and Millie helped with tea, which started off working really well, great, I’m onto a winner here, I thought, until the fight broke out about whose turn it was to peel the next carrot and whether Millie had to chop hers into circles or long strips. In amongst the carrot chopping argument, Hannah didn’t get to the toilet in time and wet herself and Georgia was crying about something that Hannah had taken off her, oh well, back to the TV I think!
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