Must write blog! Xxx

So, pretty much like anyone in the UK at the mo I am pooped and melting! Having two energetic / germ filled 8 year olds does not help. 

Let me give you a break down of a typical morning, this all happened before I started work at 08:00. 

I’d literally just woken up, hadn’t lifted my head off the pillow when Harry snuggled in next to me and asked

“What happens when we die?”

You might think I wouldn’t have the answer to this but GranDad swears he died and came back again. He says he indeed saw the light, felt weightless and there was no time constraints, no responsibility, he could be completely selfish and he started drifting towards the light. 

Of course, he could have been off his face on morphine, there’s an option. 

Anyways, I told the boys the former and Ollie, who had joined us by this time agreed he liked that. 

Harry asked if we get reincarnated although I think he worded it more like,

“But do we come back, as a slug or something”

(This could be my fault, I might have caught him thinking about being mean to a slug a few years back and told him not to in case it was a relative) How does he remember that?? But not to put the lid down and flush! 

Anyways, I replied that in my opinion our souls stay somewhere nice, let’s call it heaven, and when we’re ready we have another crack at life. 

To which Harry asked 

“What if you come back as someone with a brain tumour?”

And I replied,

“It’s 06:25!!!! Let’s get up!”

Before I had a chance to lift my cold blanket (they’re really good fyi), Ollie went on to talk about doppelgängers. He informed me that if he saw his he would punch it in the face! I said that was a bit harsh and asked why to which he responded they were fake! I think he might have been talking about clones. 

Still trying to edge out of bed, Harry wanted to show me something about his new pyjamas. He rolled on to his back placing his knees behind his ears and showed me it was possible to see his dinky (that’s what he calls it) hanging out the side. I requested that when we have sleepovers, maybe he doesn’t do that or wears pants underneath until he gets into bed when he should let it breathe.

With an ok Mum, Harry jumped out of my bed and proceeded to kick the bejesus out of the laundry bag which was waiting to be emptied and distributed.

He walked past me stroking his jaw line and asking if I was “sigma”, replying to his own question out loud to say that apparently I don’t have a jawline. 

I retorted that I do. 

Ollie backed me up to say I did have a jawline, but not a very good one and that it was called “mogging” and went off to clean his teeth.

I felt somewhat bamboozled.

To be fair to them though, we’d finished getting ready and you know how you call your children sweet things in the moment like “sweetie”, “cutie pie” or “snuggle bunny” etc, I heard myself say,

“Come on crackheads”

And then quickly changed it. However I do often call them my bunions which they still seem to like and I’m still getting away with calling Harry Gollum. 

Breakfast, pack lunches, morning palava done, I was off to work. 

Harry ran out to hug me, but in an alarmed voice said,

“WAIT! MUM! You’re still wearing your pyjamas!”

Well I didn’t need to ask him his opinion on my new, wide legged trousers then!

With that, I’ll bid you adieu, love and hugs, kisses and wishes xxx