In case you were wondering I have had quite the fun afternoon. It started with me having to be all sorts of tricksy with work in order to collect Albug from school on time (where, in case you were wondering I was chastised for only having two types of food on me rather than three and was almost cried at for the lack of water until he realised he was the one who'd left his water bottle in the classroom.) I made the boys dinners with Percy under my feet then dashed off to get Smalley before nursery fined me for late collection (hampered by the sudden realisation that Albug's car seat was still in the hallway). Back on the road to negotiate terrible driving by the locals accompanied to Smalley's shouts of "mummy, mummy, mummy, mummy, mummy, tractor big driving wheel" alongside Alby's shouts of "mummy, mummy, mummy, I was talking first". Neither a train going past nor an orange digger sighting managed more than a few seconds of silence. Quick change in the car park before catching up on emails/chasing George/holding up a pad to be kicked and punched by 5 year olds (some of those children are strong) and we are back in the car. Next stop, download Blaze, grab jackets and the reluctant bullhound, bundle the boys into the trailer and off we go. In case you were wondering, yes, that was the exact moment the skies decided to open and Percy and I learnt what "soaked to the bone" really means. Snack, bath, teeth, pyjamas and the bedtime countdown to sleep really is upon us.
Albs chose his books (4 Buddha stories please). George was not so happy about this arrangement. To distract him I asked him to go and get a book from his room and come back. Off he waddled, returning shortly after with his duvet. He was sent bank again and we heard rummaging away next door as I raced through Alby's stories.
George reappeared and proudly presented me with "Animal farm" to read. He was sent away for the third time.
Further speed reading to Alby and George comes back with a Peter Rabbit book. We pause Albs' story to read to Smalley then send him off again. This time he returns with Matilda and a dunnop for me. A little bit of multitasking at its finest, Alby's third story is finished and Monkey is clean.
At this point Albug decides to tell me he thinks his front tooth is a bit wobbly. It is. Just a bit perhaps but there's definite wobble taking place. "What does that mean mummy? Will it fall out? When will it fall? How long until my new tooth grows?" As images predicting the next 2 years of a gappy, smiling child flit before my eyes I mumble a "just dont touch it" because that advice will definitely stick!!
The final story was a mixture of Buddha story, dinosaur board books and my pounding heart.
Albs had his kisses and the story cd went on, Smalley climbed into bed giggling and quickly calmed but has needed teetha and nurofen to turn sleeping cries into sleeping soundly. I've chatted with Drew whilst calming Percy who started barking like crazy after he heard Drew's dog on Skype. In case you were wondering, he checked the perimeter, gruffing in every corner before finally settling down on ted.
So, if you were wondering if you'd been missed yet, yes you have. A lot. Xxx
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