Lazy Saturday

Today was another Saturday, daddy got up with our 7 year old, early again. It was a long time later that I was woken by my daughter climbing into bed next to me. She kept nudging up to me until I spoke to her and gave her a cuddle. A nice warm way to wake on a Saturday morning. After cuddles, I forced myself to get out of bed and find my morning coffee and Weetabix.

After doing a load of washing and putting away the dry clothes. I spent some time playing with my daughter. I then noticed that a piece of plastic that covers a hole on the Vax carpet shampooer is missing. My 5 year old is the destructive child so I asked her if she knew where it might be. Her answer was somewhere in my room in my mess. I told her to please go and tidy her room.  Amazingly she did go upstairs and her room is now tidier and I can see the carpet. Unfortunately, the piece of plastic is still missing. So if she has hidden it, heck knows where it is.

We then agreed to watch ‘Babe’ on Netflix.  Daddy had let our son have the IPad back this morning, so all he wanted to do was play on that. He was not interested in watching the film with me. My 5 year old said she did want to see it so I put it on. After a lot of wriggling and questions, she gave up on it and went upstairs to find her brother and daddy. I know now that daddy was playing a game on the computer with trucks, so our 7 year old had been playing that. Our daughter had been lying in our bed playing on the iPod.   I had been hoping they would watch ‘Babe’ with me and maybe read ‘The Sheep-pig’ later. I watched it by myself, I have seen it many times but once I started watching it I wanted to see it again.

My son has had the IPad in his hands most of the day.  My calls to do homework have been ignored. He read his reading book, but reluctantly. He is a different child when he has the Ipad so I’m hoping daddy agrees to not let him have it tomorrow.  Telling him to turn off the IPad at dinner time turned into an argument.  We haven’t had that conversation all week and things have been calmer without it.

My daughter helped me to cook dinner tonight. She insisted on stirring the food in the wok. (Note she was only alone in the time it took me to take the above photo, I was holding the Wok otherwise).  Whilst cooking it my 5 year old kept saying “yummy” and “smells nice” once on her plate she had a few mouthfuls and refused to eat anymore. My 7 year old insisted that his beef is cut up further and then went to the toilet. He then commented that he needed to spit the beef down the toilet. Yes, he had actually spat beef in the toilet along with using it and yes it was mummy that had to clean it out.   Why is it that you feed a child a burger or a pizza or oven chips they will eat it all and enjoy it? Tonight was beef, rice, yellow pepper, mushrooms, peas, sweet corn, turmeric and then black bean sauce. It tasted far better than pizza but both children left it.

My 5 year old has just come downstairs asking for food as she’s hungry, the excuse was ‘I was allergic to dinner”.  Daddy got away with giving her some grapes. Hopefully, she will now go to bed and sleep. I do wish my kids would just eat the food I offer them. I can remember forcing myself to eat liver because I knew my parents would be upset with me if I left it. I hate liver, that is one food that I can’t eat. Thankfully daddy hates liver too.

My daughter has now reappeared downstairs and it is 9pm, she has collected some toys and then asked for a kiss. The words “love you mama” make the stress of everything worth it. Despite our fall outs today she has gone to bed happily.  My son is now asleep in his room.

I’m now going to try and get some rest, David Boreanaz is on the television, ‘Seal team’.  Tomorrow will be here all too soon and the stress of being mum will start all over again.