Be brave xxx

It’s been a while my friends, I’ve been in hiding, it’s all been too emotional. However, I’ve put my big girl pants on and now I’m back to share a little story with you and hopefully brighten your day.

So you know this emotional tug I’ve been having with the boys playing on their tablets? Let me remind you,

The boys want to play games on computers like their friends, they’re friends don’t seem to have turned in to zombies, but they should be outdoors being boys even if it’s pouring with rain, but they need to be well rounded in all areas, but they’ll turn in to teenagers who lock themselves in their rooms and only say “meh”, but wait, don’t you have to be able to play driving games to get in to the RAF? That’s a good job and so it goes on blah, blah, blah

I have come up with a solution which alleviates my guilt and allows me to pop it all neatly in a box to deal with should the boys ever need counselling when they’re older.

They are allowed 1 hour of Kindle Fire time on a Tuesday and Thursday as long as they have done some exercise before. This is usually in the form of a Joe Wickes 30 minute workout or recently with the sunshine, a cheeky little beach walk.

They don’t want to do it, they do it because they have to and they know what’s in it for them and calling it Ninja Training no longer adds the same excitement.

We were getting down and sweaty with Joe the other day and Harry made no bones in sharing the fact he wasn’t enjoying it and was barely squatting or burping (all gym moves to those not in the know, we’re not just being gross!)

So I turned to Harry and asked him why he wasn’t listening and copying the moves. I went on to ask him if he did the same to his teachers at school. His answer was this,

“He isn’t my Grandad!”

Me, incredulous “so if it was Grandad acting as your personal trainer you’d copy his moves?”

Silly question, I obviously didn’t get an answer but went on to think what the routine would involve, definitely making a cup of tea and stroking Tilly’s (the dog) tum.

In other news Ollie got one lone red spot on his face. At 5 I don’t think he’s hit puberty but he informed me if was a lonely chicken pox that had jumped on to his face.

Harry is now a vegetarian who eats Peperami and Ollie is a strict vegetarian who is having a beef burger from McDonalds for his fat Friday tea!

Harry, the slogan for Peperami is literally “it’s a bit of an animal!”

It’s a work in progress and I’m just along for the ride!

Hope you have a happy sunshiny day.

Ooh actually, before I go, I went out with my new shiny friend last night. I was so anxious, I haven’t been out to a pub with a friend in literally years! I even got tummy wobbles like I was going on a first date. Harry started crying just before I went out and it would have been the perfect opportunity to bail (or is it bale?), but I didn’t. I put my big girl pants on and went out and it was wonderful. We drank and we laughed and we talked about codswallop and set the World to rights and before we knew it our husbands were texting to check we were okay (we’re very lucky) and I felt like me and felt the fluffy happy feeling of finding a new old soul mate.

So I suppose my message to you ( it’s like He-Man when you get a moral of the tale at the end ) is to be brave, put your big girl or boy or person pants on and take the leap. Open the door to something new and exciting and happiness. Okay, that was too much, I’m going to be sick in my own mouth, but you know what I mean.

Love and hugs, kisses and wishes xxx