Monthly Archives: July 2017

Gold Parent Moment, Number Who Knows?

Gold Parenting Moment!

This morning BC6 climbs into the spare bed with me. I escape there when I can’t sleep.

He looks up at the photo albums in the open wardrobe.

He asks “Mum, have you any photos from when you were little?”

“Yes, some, not many, what do you want it for?”

“We have to take something from the olden days to school.”

Bite lip. He is cute and my son so I try to hold back thoughts of copying Homer strangling Bart.

Go to robe and produce folder Mum made for myself and brother. It contains copies of photos of our ancestors.

Mum copied wedding photos of our Greatgrandparents, grandparents, parents and her brother who died accidentally when I was 3. I have added other snippets of history along the way.

I explain that Miss I is probably looking for more “olden” than old me born in 1972.

He finds his history lesson enchanting and GC8 also gets in on the action. I point out all the belongings I still have which were hand made by my great nan and pop who I was lucky to still have in my life until I was an adult. Wow, they think it’s so cool.

Thanks Mum, that folder of photos is one of the best gifts you ever gave me.

Don’t Call Me Charlie

My kids hate it when they’re having a bad day. I get all theatrical and sing them songs of happiness and inspiration.

Do you remember the song in Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory? You know it, “Cheer Up Charlie”. If not, here’s the link to remind you.

https://youtu.be/caMIkwTPBwA

BC6 woke up this morning in a mood to darken the brightest of days. No hugs, eye rolling practice and general moodiness and disrespect. When I likened his behaviour to that of a tweenage girl GC8 rolled her eyes and stated she’s not even that bad (not going to challenge her on that comment as I’m already dealing with one poo head). He then stormed to his room and slammed the door.

As much as I wish my kids were happy, and well behaved, ALL the time, they are small humans. We need our downs so we can appreciate our ups. Me antagonising them with songs just makes them darker and more pissed off than ever. Clearly I need to take a check of my arseholeness (new word) and stop being a bitch to them.

I don’t know why I do it. I hate it when my dear husband tries lame jokes to cheer me up. Sometimes I just want to wallow in my darkness and discontent and our children should be allowed the same rights.

As I dropped them at the school gate thus morning I called after them “Love you, have a great day” just as I do every morning.

GC8 replied “love you Mum, I will”.

BC6 almost automatically replied then caught himself and trudged off, eyes downcast until I was out of sight.

Is it me? Does he reflect the mood I am in? I am in some minor pain and discomfort at the moment depending on how long since I popped a painkiller. My house is filthy because I can’t push a vacuum or mop. This increases my anxiety and turns me into loony, frustrated, psycho mum.

Sorry little dude.

I hope your day gets much better and I get lots of hugs when you get home xx