And breathe again xxx 

So, where to start? My mind is currently a blancmonge. For those of you not old enough to know what that is, I’m a tad jealous! It’s a gelatinous dessert, often made in some kind of fancy mould and served on a plate which is on top of a doilie, bet you don’t know what one of those is either do you? 

I digress!

Just before the half term break the boys were 

a) super emotional

b) super tired 

c) full of germs 

d) all of the above!

D ✔️

I tiptoed my way to the toilet and locked myself in just for a bit of respite. 

 At one point I was close to breaking point, sat on the edge of the spare bed in their room, head in hands, rubbing my temples, arguing with Alexa to put on some soothing music. 

I explained to the twins that Mummy and Daddy love them very much, but we also need time to ourselves before bed to decompress to which Harry responded in a spiky, you’re so stupid tone 

“ you mean decompose Mum!” 

He might have even put a “duh” in for good measure!

I explained the error of his way which caused us all to giggle which in turn pressed the reset button and we were all good to go again. 

Let me explain to you what I was working with. Ollies tooth fell out, well he pulled it. He then kept pointing to it and saying it hurt. He then explained to me he was having phantom tooth pain. How does he even know about phantom pain??

I still haven’t quite forgiven him for the other weekend. Off we went to Greenwich to see Strictly. Harry opted to stay at home with Daddy and spend the weekend shooting zombies. Not real ones. 

This year we decided to stay in a hotel, the drive there and back was too much last year. 

We stayed in the Ibis and it was top notch. Ollie was so impressed with the rocking chairs in the foyer, ooh and it was linked to a delicious Thai restaurant called Banana Tree. 

Whilst delicious, the food might have been a tiny bit too rich for his little tummy. Let’s face it, he thinks mint toothpaste is spicy! 

We got a cab there and the driver told us where to be for pick up. 

Well I’ve never seen so many sequins and happy faces. 

The show was magical, but didn’t end until late and just got a bit too noisy for our Ollie so we opted to leave a bit before the end. 

We called for a cab and gave the instructions we’d been given and lo and behold our favourite London cabby arrived to get us back to the hotel safely. 

Just as Ollie stepped into the back he turned to me and whispered that he’d farted! 

He scooched over to his seat and got his seatbelt on as I got in. 

How did something so horrendous come out of someone so little? It was rancid! For those of you with a dog who has ever rolled in fox pooh, like that times 50! 

Ollie can get easily offended especially when hormonal so I kept quiet. 

Ollie however pulled his jumper up over his nose, pointed at ME! and shouted 

“ Ew that stinks” whilst frantically waving his hand in front of his face.

Well the cab driver looked at me in his rear view mirror, kissed his teeth, shook his head and cranked his window. 

If I’d protested the truth it would have hurt Ollies  feelings and I doubt our cabby would have believed me anyways. 

So I just sat there amid the fug hoping Ollie wouldn’t pass wind again or follow through.

Right, 09:06, time to get our half term on. With two children being assessed for ADHD I make my coffee STRONG! 

Love and hugs, kisses and wishes xxx