So we just moved and I had so many plans to make it PERFEcT in 3 months. It was in a pretty bad way so I must have been mad. Also now we have no money. Every night now I lay in bed it’s still light and look out through my beautiful oldy worldly windows and I feel pretty lucky. Not sure I want curtains but will probably change my mind when winter comes. Loving this summer.
My son shouts a lot. I came home and he cuddled me then we tried to cajole him to dinner. The dinner or bed option worked for a while but now he just says dinner bed and takes himself upstairs. It’s actually a bit scary. No dinner and taking himself to bed and not sleeping. What to do.
Tonight was different tho he shouted a lot. He shouted all day. After no dinner we went to pick up Raf from his friends house (Rafael my baby no 1 now 8) and I took them for ice cream. He ate all his special frozen yoghurt gluten free cone that I drive across north London for. Rafi loves the place. Frozen yoghurt with jelly men and marshmallows and strawberry sauce ? Urgh me I like it completely plain. Anyway after the ice cream Which Canon managed to say Nice ice cream (sorta) I turned on the radio “nooooo” shouts the backseat despot. Nononono the only song not to get a stampede of nos is Pharrell happy which we all used to love and now cannot bear to listen to we have heard it that many times.
Tonight in the end I decided to play my song and sing very loud until we pulled up at home. I felt happy the boys were disgusted : )
Its the little things.