A Wickid Christmas

.  The To Do List

2.  The Christmas List

3.  The Naughty List

Got up early, ran up and down the House. PE kit. Swimming things. Book bags. Tuck box. Yeah yeah I  know I should do it all the night before but I get so tired. Son 1 aged 6y 2m followed me downstairs.  He wanted to colour in a Peppa Pig comic Nanna brought him.   He ate about three atoms of crackers. We read How The Grinch Stole Christmas. Then he went upstairs to watch it on the telly and colour in Christmas cards.  He’s crossed out the “with love” because it’s soppy. Apart from Mummy love, I am informed. “Have a wickid  Cristmas,” he’s written for his School Friend.  Son 2 aged 3y 3m stayed asleep in the Big Bed for so long I checked he was breathing. They are very slowly getting the hang of the fact that they have to help me get us all out of the House. We were still a bit late, but we could at least whizz round the short cuts because the ice has gone.      

Positive things. I’ve booked my car in, again, to sort out some more scratches on the back which didn’t get done after my prang.  OUr new Christmas songs CD was a great success on the School Run. Son 1 is thinking about learning the words to All i Want For Christmas Is My Two Front Teeth to sing to Granny and Granddad. He’s shy though. Meanwhile, sitting in the seat next to him and taking in everything,  is Son 2, who will, of course, be word perfect just when Son 1 isn’t expecting it.  I dashed out at lunchtime looking for presents for teachers. An Office colleague has a teacher fiancee. He says chocolates: always no. They are awash with them at Christmas. Wine: always yes. The best present ever was four Jamie Oliver mugs which they use all the time. So I did a trolley dash in TK Maxx. They’ve got pedicure stuff and smellies.  Stuff I would like.

I picked the boys up early from School because I had to take the car in to get a new back windscreen wiper, and a new headlight bulb. More jobs ticked off the list. Back home everyone’s behaviour unravelled. They kind of ate their tea, but I gave them ice cream for pudding and they went nuts.  Son 1 wanted a bath and filled it with so many bubbles that Son 2 couldn’t stay out of it. Then while I was sorting out the bedrooms, there was some sort of row over a great big, grey blue hump backed whale. As I went back into the bedroom, Son 2 was screaming and Son 1 was trying to force his head under the water. Apparently Son 2 had hit Son 1, pinched him and pulled his hair.  I hoiked them out of the bath, cleaned their teeth and sent them to bed, thankful that they haven’t yet learned to boot each other in the nuts.

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