So much to say….

I started to write a post this morning and got taken up with googling something for it, which then crashed firefox so I lost the post and never managed to come back to it. I will do though, one day 😆

Davies played Xbox this morning, Scarlett got out a puzzle book and because I was engrossed in my googling Davies ended up helping her with most of it – a quick glance over their shoulders proved that between them they were pretty much making sense of the instructions so I left them to it :lol:. Davies then decided he wanted his hair gelled up like ‘The Doctor’s’ so we had a grand hair gel hunt finally uncovering some from who knows when (we don’t get a lot of use of hair products in this house :lol:, brushes are a new fangled idea round her still!) and doing that for him. I love the way Davies totally gets caught up in his passions – Ady is mourning the moving on from Wallace and Gromit, but then he never really got over Davies growing out of Buzz Lightyear and Tarly losing interest in Dora The Explorer 🙂 I’m swinging between being pissed off that this new passion won’t be so easily fuelled with car boot sale finds, delight that I’ll finally be making / drawing / creating something other than an Aardman production character and slight disappointment that he’s gone for something so ‘mainstream’ this time 😆 ;). We’ve been plotting tonight making a giant dalek from papier mache with a new dustbin as it’s base (solid papier mache might prove too tricky to get upstairs to his bedroom!) as a birthday gift although I’m not at all sure where I’d hide it while I was making it – not the sort of thing it’d be easy to secrete on top of a shelf :lol:.
Ady was working today so we’d arranged to do ‘something’ with my parents but left final arrangements to depend on the weather. Which was shite here today, cold, rainy and windy. So I rang and arranged for us to go over there for lunch and the afternoon (if we invited them here they’d still be here now having stayed for dinner :roll:) and my Mum said she’d ring my Granny and invite her over too.
We drove over there via Sainsburys petrol station which my car just about reached with all of us willing it on to last there on fumes – it made it 🙂 then round to Mum and Dad’s. My Dad has been hassling me to let my Granny have the children sometimes when I’m working and I’ve been flatly refusing for a whole host of reasons none of which my Dad would quite accept but all of which she displayed today to the point that when I rang him later on to say ‘well, NOW do you see why I’ve said no?’ he agreed that perhaps it wasn’t wise. She ignored Tarly in favour of Davies constantly, bought him an atlas as a present but as she handed it over to him looked at me and asked ‘will he know what an atlas is?’ – my reply ‘you could try asking him, we’ve recently taught him to talk!’ was possibly slightly aggressive but FFS! I stopped a conversation over lunch about why some nursery rhymes have been ‘banned due to this political correctness nonsense’ and how ‘it’s so silly that we can’t say things like golliwog anymore’. I said I didnt’ want any racist rubbish talked about infront of my children and she asked when it would be in my ‘curriculum to teach them that some people have different coloured skin then?’, there was all sorts of nonsense over food, lunch and eating with her constantly mithering Davies and continuing to ignore Scarlett, she asked them both if they could tell her what colour their plates were (my mum brings out these bloody plastic bowls for the children to use which would be fine if they were still 18 months old but they actually have the most breakable crockery we own here at home with their own hand painted pottery plates and china bowls). Both the kids are actually quite good at self limiting with sweet stuff generally but when Scarlett refused the last mini chocolate eclair there was uproar – not at all sure where the hypocrisy of constantly making references to how ‘fat’ I am but practically force-feeding my children with cream cakes pans out. She then spent about 3/4 of an hour with them in the piano room where straight after dinner she allowed them to get whipped up into a completely hysterical lather to the point where I went and dragged them out to come and calm down and play quietly, then came and flumped down on the sofa muttering about them being ‘non stop with too much energy’. Finally having brought out a bag of boiled sweets that I made the kids sit down to eat as they were so huge even I would have been wary of choking on them my Mum caught her in the kitchen giving Scarlett chocolate after I’d said they’d had enough sweet stuff. Which Scarlett promptly threw up anyway :roll:. By the time we left – Ady came to meet us there – I actually felt ill with the stress of trying to contain the children without just being a bitch to them, trying not to resort to physical violence or saying something I might regret. A.R.G.H.H.H. Oh and the last bit was when she finally relented to sitting with Tarly and looking through the atlas – it had animals pictured and Scarlett pointed out some lemurs to her, told her what they were and said it must be Madagascar (ok so we all know she only knows that Lemurs only live on Madagascar thanks to King Julien from the film, but it was still impressive) – Granny didn’t quite believe her and said that even she didn’t know what they were, put her glasses on to check and looked outraged when she read it said lemur almost like Scarlett must have cheated and had someone whisper the answer to her. Yep – asking her what colour her bowl was at lunch really was a bit below her wasn’t it?!!!!

Ady brought the kids home while I popped into Sainsburys to get some bits and walk off some of my rage, when I got in I rang my parents to rant at them (she was still there) which made me feel a bit better. The kids had a bath, Ady cooked dinner and I drank wine as it is still technically the weekend :).

No energy now to write what I was going to write earlier, but I do feel better for having got that all off my chest!