Except it often starts with a "I'm the most tired" dig or the "I will unload the washing machine again shall I?" passive aggressive moan. The sheer anticipation of this most amazing of family time can make us cross, make us think "BUT WHAT ABOUT ME?". We have all been the one scrunching our eyes pretending to be asleep so the other has to get up. We have also all been the one swearing "for f*cks sake" under our breath watching those scrunched eyes and thinking of ways of gouging them in with a Mr Tumble plastic free phone.
This weekend I tried to bake. Again. I failed. Again
There has been no shabby chic hot sausage rolls today. There has been a trip to a shop in the pouring rain to get car seats. Our trip to the park was replaced with a trip to Poundland and there was a heated discussion over when one does the washing of ones clothes one really should take them out of the washing machine and PUT THEM IN THE F*CKING DRYER. Pretty boring. I tried to bake. And again I failed. I asked my daughter if I was a bit rubbish. She said "yes" and "maybe we could try cupcakes tomorrow". Gah!
Happy and quite frankly not giving a sh*t who washed her clothes
I've come to the decision that they only way forward is to accept that the weekend war is just part of the blanket of my life now. That families up and down the country are wondering whose turn it is to take the bins out and who has had the least sleep. It's just part of being grown up, being a parent. A pretty crap part. Like spots when you are a teenager. I'm not going to suddenly be happy getting up at 6am and he's not all of a sudden going to stop pretending to be asleep. So instead of the two hours a weekend I am hugely p*ssed off I am going to focus on the other 46 in which the kiddos eat ice cream, run around like maniacs and hug me till I fall over.
Brilliant post. So funny and so relatable :)
ReplyDeleteThanks! Glad you enjoyed it x
DeleteOr flying out of bed at 5.30 because the scamp has attempted to sneak downstairs in the pitch black and fallen top to bottom down the stairs because you've just moved and haven't found the stair gate yet.
ReplyDeleteOh no! Ha ha ha x
DeleteI am the queen of the passive aggressive moan �� its a wonder we managed 2 and he's still with me ����
ReplyDeleteI often think that about my other half!
DeleteThank god for this...I have spent th whole weekend swearing under my breath and thinking Im a total cow at the same time. Very pleased it isn't just me x
ReplyDeleteActually the swearing was often out loud.
DeleteHa ha ha! x
DeleteOur argument is always about who empties the dishwasher, and which one of us will cave first and do it! My husband has perfected the art of pretending to be asleep, even when kicked in the shins, grrr! xx
ReplyDeleteWe have been decorating shop bought biscuits. Just as much fun for the kids, but without the worry whether they are going to turn out ok lol. You don't even need to make icing we just used Nutella/jam and sprinkles and the kids loved it X
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