Quit Badgering Me!

I had the earliest of early nights last night – I turned the light out before 10.30pm which for someone who regularly barely scrapes into bed before 1.30am and then reads for half an hour is very early. I’ve been doing lots of very clear dreams the last week or so which I remember throughout the day and feature all sorts of weird and wonderful people, places and situations. So despite lots of sleep I am waking feeling fairly worn out by all my dreamtime escapades!

Scarlett had a bad night’s sleep too, which Ady dealt with most of but disturbed me enough to sleep in while the children played Xbox first thing this morning after Ady went to work. I finally got up and dealt with the towering baskets of clean washing threatening to take over in the corner of the bedroom, got dinner on in the slow cooker, hung more washing out and made some sandwiches for the children’s lunch and some playdough to take to Home Ed group.

We headed off via the petrol station where Davies asked a series of questions relating to how the petrol gets in the car and where the petrol tank is, which pretty much exhausted my knowledge of all things mechanical, so he’ll need any further clarification supplied by someone other than me :oops:. Bored of the Horrible Histories cds I stuck on an old Alanis Morrisette cd to listen to. I went through a phase a few years back of loving shouty woman singers and have quite a collection of Alanis, Meredith Brookes, Sheryl Crow etc which I like to bring out sometimes and yell along to. Turning Alanis down during all the really unsuitable lines so the children didn’t pick up certain phrases I’d really rather not have to explain to a 3 year old just yet both children decided they loved Alanis too so I played them (censored) all my favourites and we shouted along together. Actually I wonder if the Alanis effect was what made Tarly all feisty and ‘fuck you’ about the glue later at group? 😆

Davies joined straight in with the group of lads running around shouting and roaring at each other – there appears to be some sort of hybrid game of Wallace and Gromit vs The Daeleks running weekly which amuses me greatly. 😆 Tarly and I sat and made some finger puppets with the felt bits and bobs Allie had brought along. Well I say Tarly and I , what I actually mean is I got to play at making felt finger puppets while Tarly painted lots and lots of glue onto bits of felt :-). I also made the fatal error of telling her about how I used to spread glue on my hand or arm during art and craft at school and then sit happily peeling it all off again once it had dried during story telling later 🙄 and I wonder why that child demonstrates all my bad habits! The woman sitting next to me recognised me from the group I ran in one of it’s early venues so we caught up a bit – back then she had just taken her son out of school and had a very small daughter. Nice to know they stuck with it and found the right HE path for them. There was also a ‘thinking about it’ woman there with a boy around Scarlett’s age who it was nice to offer some support to. I know I loved the first time I walked into a room full of people who all agreed and nodded when I talked about HE rather than looked at me like I was a lunatic – hope we gave her the same feeling.

Ali and Freya arrived then and Tarly went off to join in the general Rahhing so I sat with Ali and a couple of others peeling apples for stewed apple. The playdough was uncovered and played with – always a winner playdough isn’t it. 🙂 Then it was pretty much time to tidy up – which I used an elaborate and exhausting excuse to dip out of dealing with Tarly and her really quite spectacular meltdown instead of sweeping or mopping 😳 She came round and actually helped with the last little bit of tidying in a tear stained and muted state and then fell asleep in the car on the way home which restored her by the time we got home.

One of our neighbours – not the Thankyou neighbours, our opposite neighbours, works as a dinnertime supervisor at one of the local schools and often leaves little parcels on our doorstep of the carton drinks, boxes of dried fruit, plain popcorn etc that the children get at school if there are some over, had left two milk cartons and two popcorns on the doorstep so they consumed those and Davies played Xbox. He has suddenly got through a couple more previously unchartered levels so Tarly has been enjoying watching it too which is nice.

Then I took Davies to Badgers. He was slightly reluctant today although I think a lot of it was for effect. We arrived early and were first so I went in with him for a bit of a chat with Lisa the Badger leader, who was saying to Davies that he really didn’t need me to sit in the car outside anymore, which I think unnerved him a little. I did go and wait outside though and he was fine and enjoyed it. They’d been making a newspaper as a group effort though and as Davies likes to bring home anything he makes and had been told it was something they couldn’t bring home he opted to make something of his own instead. Which was a big card with him and I on the front holding hands, lots of M’s for Mummy inside with loads of kisses and ‘Davies’ written in it. Aw 🙂

Got home to find Tarly in the bath, Davies’ dinner ready and waiting followed by a bath for him when Tarly got out. She is now asleep, he is upstairs with Ady and I’m about to have a nice bath and sort dinner out.

One reply on “Quit Badgering Me!”

  1. *Sigh* Isn’t it annoying when other people try and tell your kids what they do or don’t need their Mum to do for them. I always undermine anybody that tries that now. If anybody dares tell Rebecca that ‘Mummy would like her to put her shoes on’ or that it ‘would make Mummy happy’ I always then tell her she can carry them if she really doesn’t want to wear them, lol. I want her to know I’m in charge and I make the decisions. Maybe I just over react a bit.

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