Today started like every other Saturday, the kids were again awake too early. I finally wrote most of my Christmas cards last night at midnight, so had no intention on getting up at 6am.  Daddy got up with them and I woke up later to their screaming and shouting. The excitement of two children causing mayhem and daddy sounding very stressed at the demands for more food.

When I ventured downstairs I found my 7 year old sat in his pants, wrapped in his spiderman duvet.  My 5 year old was dressed in her unicorn dress sat happily with the iPod in her hand. Daddy was watching television, the commotion of my family but also a sense of calm and normality.  Imagine life today without a television and computers. I wonder what we would all be doing, would we still be sat around the wireless (now Radio)?

Sitting drinking coffee and eating my Weetabix, my daughter appeared wanting toast and a cuddle. I made toast for her and then she sat on my lap and we talked about writing Christmas cards. We then called my son and asked him to bring in some paper for them to write friends names on.   My little girl complied and wrote some names, my 7 year old refused. I tried to explain that he needs a list so he can tick the names off as he writes them and then he will not miss anyone. He still would not do it. My little girl just wrote down seven different names. I’m sure she has other friends she wants to send cards to. However, it took as long as my son to write twenty cards for her to write seven.

My daughter wanted to play in the garden this morning. It was cold and windy, why oh why did she want to go outside? All I wanted to do was stay in the warm not go outside in the cold. She cried and she whined and would not take no for an answer. I knew if I had let her out it would be me having to carry her bike up to the garden and bring it back down again. After a little while of her whinging, Daddy demanded that I let her out, this is where she knows she can get around him.  Giving up as too tired for an argument. I got up, opened the door and carried her bike up the steps to the garden.  I left her outside riding around in circles.

About five minutes later she reappeared in the kitchen. She had had enough, I went outside and was grateful to see she had brought her bike back down.  I then put it away for her. I guess she had got the urge to ride her bike out of her system and as it was cold she got over it quickly. She did not ask to go out again.

My daughter bought her reading book to read to me, which she read quite well. Biff, Chip and Kipper, dad and an exercise bike. She thought it was funny when dad fell off it. We still have the rest of their homework to do tomorrow. My little boy has left his reading book at school, I have told him that he has plenty of other books that he could be reading instead.

Tonight when trying to get the children ready for bed my little girl was again watching a video on YouTube. A lady was calling to a dog, I’m sure that it was not a child’s video, it was nothing rude, just not something I would have thought to be interesting to a 5 year old.  It occurred to me again though that maybe we should attempt making a YouTube video, I’m not sure what about though. I don’t think my kids riding their bikes around the garden would really interest anyone. Video sounds a bit more nerve-wracking then hiding behind a blog, or maybe I’m just a little over cautious.

Neither child is asleep yet, they were put to bed at about 19.30pm. It is now 21.20pm and I can still hear them. We have been up numerous times and they have come down here. My 5 year old has now appeared downstairs to tell us that she has just found Barbie down the bed. We are trying to watch ‘Seal Team’ again. We just want her to go to sleep regardless of where Barbie is.

Daddy said that it is my turn to get up with them tomorrow. Getting up at 6am on a Sunday really does not strike me as good news. We have told them that we will leave the bread next to the toaster. They are both good at making toast.  Daddy has told our 7 year old that when he wakes up, he should just go to the toilet and then go back to bed with a book, not come into our room and wake us. I doubt he will do this, despite their late night I am expecting a kick from daddy to get up at 6am as our son stands there complaining that he is hungry.

I am now going to watch the end of ‘Seal Team’ and then maybe get an early night so I am prepared for an early wake-up and the stress of Sunday morning. There is also have a load of washing and ironing to do. I’m now going to try and build up some energy ready for my job tomorrow of being mum.

See also, Saturday Slumming, https://justmuddlingthroughlife.co.uk/2018/12/01/saturday-slumming-everyone-resting-morning/