1, Chest Flies
2. Lord Of The Flies
3. No Flies
We didn’t get the boys to bed till 9pm last night, so we felt we deserved a lie in this morning. Nah. The only impact was no little visitor clambering into bed with us during the night. The Man got up at about 7 and went downstairs… Son 2 aged 23m wailed, I heard Son 1 aged 4y 11m chatter… and that was it. I rested for as long as I felt I could get away with it. “I don’t understand why my cold’s gone in three days and yours is still going on and on and on,” said The Man. “Because if you’re exhausted your immune system doesn’t work as well.” “Well why don’t you check into rehab or something?” Not Just My Husband, My Very Best Friend.
The Man wanted to drill holes for the fish tank power. The boys and I took Nanna’s giant stone mushroom to her house - two months after her birthday. We picked her up and then went to the Garden Centre. The idea was that each boy would choose a toy for the fish tank, to be given as a present on their birthdays. Son 1 couldn’t care less about anything I showed him: one-hole two-hole three-hole rocks, hippos with mouths that opened by bubbles, pieces of wood. He only wanted a bag of shells. He said if I bought them for him he would behave for the rest of his life. It seemed like a good deal. Son 2 got a red ray, and I chose a lump of wood for Son 1. Away from the fish tank, it looked as if it would fit. Back home it clearly won’t. Might have to saw a bit off.
We walked down through the town to meet Nanna for lunch. The Man strode off with Son 2 in the Big Pram, Son 1 and I took longer. In the cafe Son 1 wanted pizza. I turned to Son 2. “What would you like?” “Cips.” Not 2 years old and he can order in restaurants. I didn’t go into a cafe till I was 14 years old. The kitchen messed the order up so we had two small, tired, over-hungry boys melting down. Looking on the bright side, they could have been a lot worse. After we went to the discount shop, where I bought them each a Playmobil toy with money Nanna gave them for a birthday stocking-filler. Son 1 studied each box on the way home. “Son 2’s is better than mine!” he decided. Son 2’s cost a pound more.
Tags: co-sleeping, fish tank, fish tank ornaments, flu, illness, lie-in, Nanna, playmobil, sunday lunch
