Tuesday and fallen leaves

Another Tuesday, another day off. However, today was not a day off due to overtime.  Overtime is always a good thing especially when I can do it from home. The day started in the normal way.  My 5 year old cried when I tried to brush her air.  It is full of knots which means it hurts her. Being 5 she does not understand that brushing it properly reduces the tangles.  We had the usual stress trying to get out of the house and refusal to wear warm coats. I grabbed them both as I walked out of the door. Negotiating the traffic to school we finally got there on time.

The black cat was missing again but it is very cold. Both kids complained of the cold and were grateful to see that I had brought their warm coats. They then ran off again leaving me to carry their book bags and my sons’ lunch box.  I found both playing in the leaves, my little girl continued kicking them as we were waiting to go into the breakfast club.

On leaving the school I returned home and started my work. So a busy few hours and no time for relaxing, however, I did wash the yogurt covered rug and do a load of washing. The children had an after-school club today which gave me an extra hour to myself which I needed.  I didn’t get everything finished so will be working on Friday too.

When I collected the children they were awkward as they often are. I got given all the bags again, then they walked/ran to the car. They like to climb on people’s walls and run through their gardens, I shout and get ignored.  I’m just waiting for an angry resident to come out and really tell them off, maybe that is what is needed.  However, I fear that it will be me who gets the blame as their mum.   One house has nice white stones in their front garden. My 7 year old has a few times stood in their garden throwing them.  I shout, telling him to come out and leave them alone. I’ve had to lift him out kicking before.  Why are stones so appealing?  Why do kids like making mummy shout? My 5 year old will pick up a handful and try and keep them.  Over and over I have had to explain that they belong to the house, they live in their garden, not ours. So many times I have prised stones out of their clenched hands and put them back. I so often feel like a crazed woman standing there shouting whilst my two children just ignore me.

When home I tried to get them to finish their homework. My son had left his reading book at school and my little girl had read to grandad. We finished her counting but had an argument with our 7 year old over his Monet painting. He had to write a minimum of three sentences, we discussed it and helped with ideas of what to write. He has written something but I think we need to try and expand it tomorrow.  I don’t understand how when he has a good idea of what to write, why he doesn’t just write it. Maybe it is because he is 7 and I expect too much.

My kids favourite book to be read at bedtime is ‘When the dragons came’.  They like me to change the words, so I become Amelia Topping or (Marian Topping) my son is Frederick Creeding, daddy is Jeremy Stamping and my daughter is Olivia Turning. Tonight the dragons were Hyenas and they all live in Lion town. It’s rare now that they let me read the true words. They sit there laughing as I change them.

Tonight they both went straight to bed after hearing the story which was good. It made a nice change and meant no one jumping on their bed tonight. I’m sat here listening to Blur. It’s nice sometimes to turn off the television and just listen to music.

Anyway, I am now going to stop and get some rest. I’m feeling hungry, I’m going to see what is in the fridge that I can eat. Then maybe get an early night, back to work tomorrow and a long drive first thing.  Plus the demands of the kids in the morning and my job as their mum.


Monday rain

Another long Monday started with my 5 year old crawling into our bed at about 3am saying that she had had a bad dream. I comforted her and took her back to her bed. Soon after I heard her footsteps again so got up again and put her light on for her. She then went back to sleep. All to soon, Alexa then started screaming at me as usual, with my 6.30am alarm.  Daddy was not at work today, so he wanted a lie in.  Thankfully our 7 year old was still asleep and woke up when I woke him. After getting the kids some toast and dressed ready for school they did everything they could to make us late. From saying goodbye to daddy upstairs twice to taking forever to put their shoes on to refusing to wear their coats when it is cold outside.

The traffic was good this morning and we managed to get to school on time despite leaving late. We didn’t see the black cat today, it has not been out for days. I’m hoping that it is just keeping warm and nothing has happened to it. We ran through the leaves and wet grass on the school field and walked quickly through to the school hall for breakfast. My 7 year old likes to have baked beans in a bowl which is a healthy meal first thing in the morning. My little girl enjoys her cereal.

I left the children at breakfast club and drove to my work meeting. The day dragged by and then I headed back to school for the kids. The weather was cold and drizzly.  My 5 year old put her hood up whilst my 7 year old just flung his coat at me.  He loved jumping in the puddles and my little girl copied him. Trying to get them in the car took a lot of asking. Getting soaking wet clothes was more appealing than doing as they are told. Once in the car, the kids started arguing.  My son told his sister to stop making him stressed because it is not good for him.  Apparently, himself and daddy get stressed but mummy doesn’t.  I must be covering my stress well when I get so upset with them.

Once home, the children wanted toast and they still had homework to complete. Unfortunately, our son got hold of the iPod and my daughter settled in front of the television with daddy   I had work to complete so was pleased with the peace in the kitchen.  Soon after I finished, daddy sorted out dinner.  After dinner, my 5 year old helped herself to a yogurt. Then whilst stood waiting for a spoon she dropped it. The pot smashed with yogurt going up the cupboard and across the kitchen rug.  So another job for mummy, another rug to wash.  Why did I put rugs in my kitchen? At least they are washable. Unlike my wool rug in my front room which my son has drawn on with a black permanent marker.  I need to work out how to clean it, see the mark on the featured image.

They both read to me before bed, our son kicked up a protest because we confiscated the iPod from him. He refused to discuss his book but it told of a family and jobs dating back to 1697 till now. It was quite interesting, I told him about how his grandma did not have a television when she was his age. His grandfather had a black and white television.  Technology has moved on rapidly over the years. From a black and white television in the 1950’s to Smart televisions or Amazon Alexa being able to control it with a fire stick today. Another fifty years I wonder how much further technology will have developed.

Getting them to bed tonight, we were a little late due to hearing them read. However, after a bit of fighting in my son’s bedroom, they did finally go to bed without too many issues.  Most nights we are up and down the stairs. Tonight they had their argument, we had tears, then they made up and after saying goodnight to us they finally went to sleep.  I have now turned off their lights.

I’m sitting here now, curled up in my chair under my blanket.  I struggle every night to move and get up to go to bed, I have too many late nights. I am now going to stop writing and try and relax before the day starts again with my demanding job of being mum.

Sunday acrobatics

Today was a normal Sunday apart from I had work I needed to do.  I was woken by my little girl crawling into bed for a nice warm cuddle. Once up, I had to put away the basket of washing away which the rest of my family were ignoring. Going downstairs I could feel the family stress, the kids not doing as they are told. Daddy getting upset with them and toast over the worktop. As I boiled the kettle for my coffee my 7 year old came in demanding more toast.  I put some bread in the toaster for him and got myself two Weetabix.  Sitting at the table eating my breakfast I started reading Facebook on my tablet. Then remembered the ironing, the kid’s school uniforms.  I finished eating and fetched the uniforms.

Procrastinating over the ironing, I had a look in the kid’s school book bags for their homework. My 7 year old then read to me, we learnt about caterpillars and butterflies. He then had to write about a painting,  I left him having a think about his favourite, he has decided that it is Claude Monet’s ‘Waterlillies and Japanese bridge’


I did suggest an ‘MC Escher’ but he likes the ‘Monet’.

My 5 year old had to do some counting, whilst doing it she started doing acrobatics, her attention span is very short. We then tried to work on her spellings, we haven’t completed them yet as she wanted to play, see featured image.

Note, we still have the child gate on the stairs because we lock it at night. We do not want the kids falling down them in the dark as they walk into our bedroom.

Once we had got as far as we could with the homework, I completed the ironing and put it all away. After dinner I got my work finished, the kids meanwhile were playing in my son’s bedroom.  Later I found that they had been playing with water. There are books that are wet. Why do kids love water?

My 5 year old asked to go outside this afternoon. I told her no because it is cold and muddy and I needed to work, so I could not watch her. Unfortunately, I had left the key in the back door. She completely ignored me and let herself outside. I soon heard her screaming and laughing as she was pedalling her bike around the garden. Sitting here now I have just remembered that I did not bring her bike down for her. So have just gone outside in wellies and pyjamas and searched for it.  I then found it lying down by the back door, so she had at least brought it off the garden for me. Just a shame I had forgotten about it.  Though better I remember it now, then 3am in the morning.

So trying to get them to go to bed tonight, my 5 year old refused to clean her teeth. She threw her brush with toothpaste on across her brother’s bedroom. Daddy has shown her scary photos of what happens to your teeth when you don’t brush them, but she is still refusing. I think part of the problem is that she does not like the toothpaste. Morrisons seem to have stopped stocking the one she had before and liked.  Does anyone else have this problem?

We finally finished reading the ‘Secret Seven’ this evening. I’m not sure how long ago it was when I last read it, but I did not imagine that the next time, I would be reading it to my kids. My 7 year old enjoyed it, my daughter was not as interested.

The children did finally go to bed tonight, a little late but earlier than last night. Everything is ready for Monday again tomorrow, another busy work day and school.

I am now going to get some rest and see what is left of ‘Seal team’. I am missing most of it because of writing.  So I am now going to go, try and build some strength to help manage the stress of Monday morning and being mum,