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Son 1 aged 6y 4m, every morning, longs to cuddle Son 2 aged 3y 4m when he is sleepy, cuddly and cute. Running Round Son 2 would do anything rather than let Son 1 cuddle him. It is a long-runner, and I wish Son 2 would crack and let Son 1 snuggle down with him. When I went up last night, there was no-one in Son 2 ’s bed. He was fast asleep, cuddled up to an oblivious Son 1 in his bed. Then Son 2 came up just after I got into bed. Son 1 came up in the night. “Will it still count if I get in?” Towards the 30 nights he needs for his double light sabre. ”Yes,” I said, in the middle of the night. No. This morning. Christ knows what time he rocked up but it wasn’t after 6am. Because that’s when I got up. Son 1 was desperate to watch the end of Return Of The Jedi. Whoops, bloody hell, there goes Darth Vader’s arm. Sliced off by Luke. What is it about arms pulled off in Children’s Culture? Captain Hook… Woody… Luke Skywalker, Darth. Enough already. Car Share family turned up and took Son 1 away. Son 2 and I watched a Buzz Lightyear cartoon and got ready to go swimming.
We went to the Hotel Pool, and Son 2 was a poppet. Shaking Tail Feathers He played with his seahorses in the baby pool. I was the Collector, imprisoning them in their plastic bag, with Son 2 rescuing them as they sank. He went into the Big Pool, swimming in his armbands, sitting under the fountains, laughing madly with water streaming onto his head. I love the way he’s totally in control in the swimming pool. He decides what he’s going to do, where he’s going to play, if I’m going to help him. “I do it by mysel’.” He was great. We came back home, watched a bit of telly, and then i got lunch ready. Wednesday Friend came round. Son 2 was so tired he didn’t behave well. I’m still dying inside over how little time I get with him, and how much he wants me.
We went off to the School to pick up Son 1 and Smiley Girl Friend, who was coming for tea. I stopped off at Halfords to get another booster seat – The Man has driven off with our other one. I got one for £11. Pink. Hearts. Good for a girl, I thought. Good to have some pink, and some hearts in our lives. Smiley Girl Friend came with her own car seat. We got home, much excitement from all parties. SGF said she’d watch the end of REturn of the Jedi, which was what Son 1 wanted. I gave Son 1 the Clone Wars chess set. He set himself up with them, and ignored SGF. SGF looked after Son 2. He let her cuddle him, play with him, tickle him, squash him, pick him and take him to the loo. SGF wanted to play hide and seek. Son 1 was hooked, and all three ran up and down the stairs hiding and seeking. We made pizza for tea. And then got out the pop up Star Wars Tie Fighter, and the children played and played and played. Pig Goes Pop SGF’s dad came to pick her up. I forgot to offer him a cup of tea. I whisked the boys into the showerand did a hair wash. Son 1 was so overtired and wrung out that he howled and raged. He’s got this head-hitting thing he does when he really loses it, which I hate. I asked and asked Son 2 to cuddle him to help him feel better. He wouldn’t, of course.
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[...] Son 1 aged 6y 7m had a pretty grim night. Hot. Thirsty. Sore throat. He sat in my Big Chair at breakfast time, face pressed against the cold leather, cheeks red, eyelids heavy, staring at the telly while Son 2 aged 3y 7m ping-ponged round shouting loudly. I ladled Calpol into him. Complication. We’d invited a Lovely School Friend to play. So long ago that I was getting mortified at my inability to organise anything. I finally spoke to her Mum this morning and we arranged for her to come over at 11am. At 1045, as Son 1 again complained about his sore thoat, I said: “Come over here and sit in the light so I can have a good look at your throat.” Son 1 opened wide. Hell. His throat looked like raw mince. Everything soft and fleshy was bright red. There were red dots over the back of the roof of his mouth. One tonsil was entirely coated in white fur. Seeing Red We looked out of the bay window and waved at Lovely School Friend and her mum who’d pulled up outside. Pink Hearts [...]