2021 - The blog with no name

 Warning and potential spoilers – if you want to read a nice yummy mummy account of how amazing and brilliant children are, the joys of Christmas, the wonder of primary (infant) schools or any other jolly and amazing parenting wonderment then this is not the place for you to be… go wrap your small children in bed and watch them breathe, make a Christmas cocoa and spread Christmas joy instead.. don’t say I didn’t warn you if you continue to read… Despite being able to avoid the curse of the last god knows how many years it’s been of covid I decided to catch it (you know for funsies) the week before my kid’s nativity play. While I am not kidding on this, COVID is horrific and painful and kind of scary (why no one explained this to me I don’t know) I am not going to lie, in between the wanting to die, incredible bone pain, fever dreams, chills and sweats I was a little relieved that I was in no way going to be covid free in time to attend said nativity play…. Of course, I forget p...

April 12th (technically day2)  In the spirit of humiliating the middle child who is still 5 years later adjusting to the fact that he is no longer the baby - I forgot to share photos of how cool a brother he is to his younger sibling, at dinner time he will sit at the table with her as if he was also 5 years old while being ignored as she happily plugs herself into whatever youtube trash it is she listens to these days... he gets bonus points because the demon child only ever empties her plate when she has someone to compete with.  April 13th: (day 3) We did "activities" in part to stop the child that never stops talking from talking and in part because crafts are way better than having to play doll house or watch creepy doll videos on  kids youtube... also because crafts are in my wheelhouse of things I can do. I'd like to pretend that I am a calm and collected parent - I think we discussed this before - I AM A CONTROL FREAK - there were tears, they were mine I'm not...

So day 1 and 2 of the Easter Holidays - as previously mentioned I totally manipulated ways of not having to spend the first two days of what I think will be a very long 14 days of enforced family fun  (Easter Break) by purchasing the Husbeast Jimmy Carr tickets which involved an overnight stay in a city 12 miles from home. Now originally I didn't feel guilty about this, mainly because the demon child is very definitely a daddy's girl, but when she did the what you are both leaving sob.. that turned into a whine (that determined the avoiding the first two days of the holiday was a good idea theory) I did feel a twinge of mum guilt..... the kind of mum guilt that says my poor mother and middle child are going to have to deal with this while we are gone. The middle child as an adult likes to constantly taunt me about all the things I didn't do when he was child so I figured making a memory so I could have something to retaliate when small is an adult child was worth it before ...