Evidence of this was clear yesterday when I asked the nice chap who’d come to quote for removals whether he would consider boxing up and removing my children along with the rest of the contents of the house. This was largely because I’d been told I was hated before I’d had so much as a cup of coffee when I came downstairs (evil mother not allowing enough time playing on the wii), or because the biscuit monster had pilfered a custard cream AND a chocolate digestive before 9.30am and I was awful enough to find this unacceptable.
The Summer Holidays started off with arguments and crash bang wallop. Then we had a period of calm (albeit with the concussion incident throwing a slight spanner in the works) as my lovely husband took two weeks off work. Now he’s returned to the office and I’ve been left alone with our lovely boys and it seems the wrestling and crash bang walloping has returned. But we still have 14 more sleeps before school with only a few days visiting Granny and Grandpa to provide a distraction in between. So what to do? Not stay in the house for more than 5 minutes it would seem. In spite of needing to achieve some general sorting and getting rid of stuff that doesn’t need to make the move with us. But I guess that will have to wait till all 4 boys go to school. So a lot of last minute organisation, with the 11+ exam thrown in for good measure just to keep No 1 son and his anxious parents on their toes then.
But we have a new house, and the creation of a whole lot of new memories to look forward to. So excitement is around the corner. And the last few memories we create in this house should be special. So I need to take charge, empty the house of biscuits and games consoles and make sure we have good family fun in our last few weeks here. Suggestions welcome!!!