This week we’ve been wondering why the Easter holidays have gone on for so long this year. O has been asking every morning “is it a playgroup day today?” for the last week. I think he’s as sick of being stuck in the house with us (because it has been mostly raining and soft play is too fucking expensive and soul-destroying to do more than once a week) as we are of having him wandering from room to room, tantrumming and whinging about being bored.
I love spending time with my kids. I really, really do. On the two days when I am at work every week I miss them like crazy and can’t wait to get home to them. But there’s such a thing as spending too much time with one’s children, particularly when they are going through that whole threenager thing and won’t listen to a single fucking thing you say.
Despite this, we have made some wonderful family memories over the Easter break. We’ve visited Tropical World in Leeds, we’ve been to the beach, we’ve fed donkeys and goats and alpacas on a farm, we’ve hunted for eggs and we’ve toured the best playgrounds Scarborough has to offer. And done the soft play thing, of course.
But today O will be going back to playgroup and my house will be 50% quieter again and probably 50% less messy too.
N did send me this fabulous snap of what F got up to while he was in the loo yesterday…
It’s Wicked Wednesday again and this week we’ve been to the beach. We go to the beach quite often, seeing as it’s only a ten minute drive away, but F is only just starting to appreciate it now that he can walk.
It’s been one of those mornings when I just couldn’t handle the idea of being stuck inside, even with the weather forecast being a little unsettled. So the kids donned their waterproofs and I packed the rain cover for the push chair into the car and off we went.
I don’t know if it’s just me, but I never remember to check the tide times before I set off. I just go and hope for the best and have a half-baked alternative lined up just in case there is no sand. Luckily, the tide was all the way out and we had miles of beach to run around on. So I liberated F from the pushchair and he and O promptly ran/staggered off across the sand in search of half-dug holes and abandoned sandcastles (because I also tend to forget buckets and spades and it looked like it might piss it down at any moment).
The boys chased each other around for about an hour, F didn’t eat any sand for once and O managed not to knock him over too many times. They had fun – I think -, but F’s little legs were getting tired and the black clouds were rolling in, so I called them both back and we beat a hasty retreat back to the car. I’d just got both kids, the pushchair and myself inside when the rain started and I was relieved that I hadn’t had to wrestle the rain cover onto the push chair while O refused to have his hood up and then wailed about being wet (this has happened before. More than once).
Anyway, I think this photo sums up our morning at the beach pretty well:
I almost forgot about Wicked Wednesday this week! Easter was a bit of a non-event for us, really. We did some of the mandatory egg hunting on Sunday, but on Monday nobody could be bothered to go anywhere by the time the rain stopped. We ended up driving to Morrisons (we are Sainsbury’s shoppers, but sometimes we get bored and go looking for more variety) and buying salad and beer while the threenager stropped and the smallest tried to escape the stroller.
F also ended up with this impressive shiner when O decided to push him over into the side of the shoe cupboard in a fit of boredom-induced rage.
Perfectly matches the one his daddy got at a similar age!