Good morning me babbers! I’m not feeling the passion for writing at the moment, but I’m making myself do it, so I hope it isn’t a chore to read as well!
Right or write! Let’s cobble together a few stories.
The difference between the twins is remarkable. They could not be more different if they tried, looks, likes, personalities! The one thing they have in common is a kind heart and I’m grateful for that.
We were getting ready for school the other morning, well I wasn’t, I have a big girls job. That is, job for grown ups not for wide loads!
Harry came wandering in to my room to inform me he had nothing to wear. What a cliche! But you have a whole wardrobe full of your clean school uniform? I had to put that in there to sort of show off at the fact it was all hung up because to be honest, the majority of the time the washed washing is emptied onto the spare bed and it’s a clean free for all. I always have good intentions to go through it and hang it up, put the socks in twos, distribute to the rightful owner but it’s just plain boring and time consuming.
Back to Harry and his clothing quandary.
He was sure that he had nothing that fit, sounding more like me every day!
It turned out that he was reading the hangers. Because some said 4-5 or 7-8 he took it as verbatim.
He really is incredibly literal. I had to talk to his football coach the other day because he kept telling the team they couldn’t head the ball and Harry kept responding that he could. I suggested he tried saying they weren’t allowed to.
Meanwhile, on the hanger front, Ollie was tickled pink that he believed his hanger was covered in fairy dust!! It wasn’t, obvs. It was just that fluffy stuff that some hangers have to protect the trousers. Blimey, I don’t think I’ve ever used the word hanger so much.
Ollie has his own trials and tribulations to be dealing with at the moment. Not only is he a germophobe but he’s a smellaphobe too! He was unable to eat his yoghurt covered rice cake snack the other day because Holly the miniature Schnauzers beard smelled too bad!
Pardon me your royal highness!
Yet I was having a random chat the other day about which of our dogs would be best to eat. Not Tilly because she’s nearly 14, full of fat and gristle. Harry thought the more fat the better and Ollie concluded that Holly was young and still had a lot of life left to live which sort of took the fun out of it.
I think the boys are having a hormone dump at the moment and certainly a growth spurt, that or they have a tape worm.
Harry was lying on the bed next to me, apparently starving, talking to himself in full on ADHD fashion!
“I want to eat dog food, cat food, hippopotamus food. Wait I can’t eat tiger food because then I’d have to eat humans”
Not much you can say to that. Ollie pretty much agreed as long as there were no strong smells or things that didn’t look quite right like the odd blueberry he won’t eat out of a handful.
We had the most wonderful day yesterday! Our school has to do those sports days where the children aren’t allowed to win. Where’s the good in that? They’re putting out the fire in their bellies or the enjoyment healthy competition brings with it. Each year we literally sit in a field with no shade, forced to eat lunch at 11:30, then watching our bored, hot children repeating “games” over and over again, not knowing when they’ve actually finished or started and then being trapped in said field until the headmistress decides we can go!
Not us! Not this year!
How frustrating it is when your child has had a mini stomach upset and aren’t allowed back into school for 48 hours.
So we used it to our advantage.
We picked up their best friend and my Westie Bestie 10:30ish and headed off to the front where there is a park with a water section. The place is usually heaving to the point it is hard to find a seat on the grass. Well, because it was term time we pretty much had the place to ourselves and boy did our children have fun.
The weather is due to turn next week for the worse, of course it is, it’s half term, so we made the most of the brilliant sunshine.
The boys ran, threw balls, climbed, played music, hide and seek and laughed.
When the sun ducked behind a cloud we moseyed down to this fabulous ice cream place where they do flavoured Mr Whippys, my beautiful husbands treat. They were wonderful and I said sod it to the diet and don’t regret it for a second.
We drove home with banging tunes and the boys shouting “chicken jockey” out the window to random strangers.
They then had the opportunity to go on their Nintendos and play Fortnite but opted to play Fortnite in real life instead, running round the house and garden with Nerf guns.
It was a day to remember and warmed my soul and reminded me just how lucky I am!
Love and hugs, kisses and wishes xxx
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