Pissing in the wind..

After my blog yesterday about how much of a chilled day we had, things started to go down hill.

It got to about 7:30, kids had eaten, BBQ had started and I was ready for the kids to go to bed. So i thought start winding them down, i got them washed and dressed for bed and put a film on. Trolls tonight. Yay. Grayson welcomed bed time, he was knackered. Kellan not so much. He was crying, kicking, screaming. After the 3rd time of putting him back in bed i was losing it. I was ready for my mummy time, but Kellan obviously had other ideas.

My dad then said that he can stay up, he obviously wasn’t tired and this is what being a kid is about. He was tired, he was miserable and whining because he hadn’t slept well the night before. But of course, nanny and GaGa know best. Mum then went on to tell me that they never put us a bed when we was on holiday or at home when we had company. LIE.

Im sure Reiss and Casey (my brothers) would tell them otherwise. I remember when we had old family friends round our childhood home and bang on 7:30pm we were sent to bed, even though we had our friends round we was told it was bedtime. That was that. no sneaking back downstairs, no kicking up a stink. But my kids do it and they are allowed back out of bed.

Anyway, after telling him to get back to bed and nanny and GaGa telling me he can stay up, i gave up. Whats the point? It’s like pissing in the wind. Kellan decided he was going to play waiter.. (well Keeper as Kellan calls them) so he went around serving us tomato sauce, bread, peanuts and cheese burgers. After he had enough of that he sat and had a chill, me thinking time to put him a bed. WRONG. So i thought i would ask him to go and quietly go and check Grayson (what was i thinking asking a nearly 4 year old to check on his 2 year old brother.. must of been that damn Sangria – the stuff is the devil) Then i heard him “come on Grayson, there we go, come and play with me” – Facepalm.

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Our Little Waiter (Keeper)

So out Grayson come, bright eyed and full of energy .. i was now thinking fuck my life, what is happening. Please god, give me strength. GaGa then got up and played some football with them, they were loving it. I sat quietly assessing the situation sipping (downing) my sangria. By this point it was 9pm and I was half cut. Deary deary me.

Football with GaGa

Right enough is enough i thought, we had to get up early to get Dan from the airport. I picked Grayson up, told him to say goodnight and put him to bed. 1 down, 1 to go. I came back out and Kellan asked to go in the pool.. “no kellan” “no kellan, you are not going in the pool” “Kellan mummy said no, please. It’s time for bed” By this point i was fed up – again, like pissing in the wind. Off my doting dad goes to get his armbands. Seriously?! 9:30pm – the kid is in the pool. Fuck it. That was my attitude by this point. Fuck it and pass me the Sangria.

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Nothing like Late Night Naked Swimming

Finally 10pm, the kid (still kicking and moaning) went to bed. 10 minutes he was in bed for, 10 minutes and he was snoring. But he wasn’t tired..

Once I was sat back down and a few more glasses of Sangria i understand why my mum and dad do it. They like to see them enjoy their self which is lovely and they are making some lovely memories which i know they will cherish for the rest of their lives. People who are reading this who now have older kids must of been in my position before? You get to a certain point of an evening and you want some Mummy time. My mum said she used to get to 5pm and have enough! Everyone has been there. Oh well, they had fun. I had fun watching them (i did). Even though i moan, its nice to see them playing and being relaxed. Sometimes the rules have to be broken.. not all the time, but sometimes.

Nanny & GaGa if you read this, thank you. Thank you for everything you do for myself, Dan and the boys. We are forever grateful. Plus the kids always want you so you must be a lot more fun then mummy and daddy..

While we are on the topic of Dad’s – it’s fathers day today. So Happy Fathers Day to all the amazing, hardworking, wonderful Daddy’s out there. A massive special Fathers Day to all the daddy’s that are watching over us in Heaven. Always missed, never forgotten.

Happy Sunday X

 

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