Feel it, it is here, the night of the sarcastic gratitude.
I am really grateful I write these posts after my children have gone to bed, otherwise I would use words like “satan” and “spawn’ in the same sentence when referring to my darling children after a day like today.
I must be living in la-la land. I had this romantic notion of baking cookies with them this afternoon. (who am I kidding, I always live in vague hope that one day I’ll be wearing a floral Biggie Best apron and the kitchen will smell of cinnamon whilst my clean-faced well-behaved children will be seated at the table, each rolling out their cookie dough whilst humming some inane Sound of music song in on-pitch unison)
In reality my kitchen walls/floor/table/chairs/chair covers are covered in dough. Halfway through I gave up on the pretty shapes and rolled little balls I let them smash with a fork. Yes, one fork they had to take turns with. We can’t them stabbing each other now can we? And there-in lies the gratitude. No-one got stabbed with a fork today. See?
Hubby made chilli-con-carne tonight (without the chilli) and not one of them ate even one bite of it. The girls sniffed at their mash, but that was the closest it got. So, they all went off to bath and bed without TV or a snack. I suspect they might not been interested in food as I caught them each busy stuffing about 6 of the abovementioned cookies in their faces about a minute before supper when I turned my back for a nanosecond. I am grateful that hubby and I have similar parenting styles and that we stick together and back each other up. For now at least. All bets are off when the children hit puberty.
Here are the girls in the bath. The reason I am sharing this picture with you is because I want you to know that those are NOT bubbles. That was a brand new bottle of shampoo.
Ps: I only had them from 3pm today.
Pps: I love them deeply. I really do. Especially now that they are asleep.
Pps: Have you voted yet today? No pressure of course…