It has been a pretty quiet week which has made it perfect for my ‘Celebrating The Small Things’ series.
My Little Personal Shopper – Over the years clothes shopping on the High Street has become somewhat of a distant memory for me.
With the rise and ease in internet shopping and the number of children I had increasing the lure of shoppers by centres became less and less and now nearly all of my clothing purchases are done online.
The other day I had to get some last minute bits before our camping trip which ended up being a thoroughly enjoyable trip with Oscar.
We chatted over a babychino, stocked up on goodies for our trip and my most memorable moment was Oscar picking out outfits for me and giving his expert opinion on what looks good and what not so!
Daisy Chains – Sometimes the simple things in life pass us by and one thing that I hadn’t done for such a long time was to make a daisy chain. It’s such a simple task and the kids absolutely loved it.
How We Eat – The other day was actually a pretty big one as we had Mumset come into our home to film the way we eat as a family.
This was a pretty nerve wrecking experience as my kids can be pretty unpredictable at times and goodness knows what little gems they could have come out with!
Although the day was a huge thing for all of us I came away from the day extremely thankful of the fact I get to share dinner time with all my crazy loons!
Between the hours of around six to eight in this house there is a complete meltdown and the children all turn into tantruming, moany demons.
It starts with mealtime. The older ones switch to “Kevin and Perry ” mode and look at their meal like I have served up pond water whilst the younger ones cover every available surface with theirs.
Once I have bribed them to eat what I can then comes the painstaking process of trying to clean the bomb site of the kitchen whist trying to brake up several argument that are being caused by over tired, ratty children.
Next on the agenda is bathtime. The youngest ones will generally flood the entire bathroom every evening and then whale like mad when it’s time to get dressed. Followed by a night long battle to get my water phobic teenagers anywhere near a bar of soap!
Bedtime begins with the older ones trying every trick in the book to get to stay up that little bit longer. They all of a sudden become wonderfully helpful children that offer to do any chores they can think of to get a few minutes more downstairs. Number three’s favourite is to bribe me with a foot rub, which to be honest normally works. It’s a constant stream of running up and down the stairs with the youngest two with the usual screaming, crying, toilet and water requests.
After my blood pressure had shot through the roof and I’ve sprouted a few more grey hairs, I look at their little faces all calm and peaceful and all is forgiven until tomorrow night!