As I sit writing this in my kitchen, I am looking at the storm which has suddenly turned up smacking at the patio doors and flooding my balcony, I am watching our friendly, now fat pigeon scoffing the birds feed we have left on the table this bazaaely (with the weather) reminded me of last Friday when G came home from work.
Every Friday (and this one very stormy) once I have battled the home school run, this means dodging the large amounts of parents queuing up the road in there cars because somehow it’s quicker to drive and their little precious can’t get their hair wet (but as you can’t park anywhere near the school, you get wet anyway? thus getting the car wet!) we get home.
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Now walking home, for once it’s all good, so good in fact that you could be happily skipping down the road looking like a prat (or the large pigeon flapping his wings) having kiddy fun, until…
As soon as you put the key in the lock and opened the door letting the dripping wet kids in, world war 3 breaks out in the hallway, you can’t get into the house to stop it, as one of the monsters has dropped their scooter right in the way and the dog lead gets caught up around it, this caused a large cluster (F) in the porch, after untangling the hangman’s noose around the dog, removing the scooter and tripping over the rucksacks left on the floor, stepping on 4 jackets and squashing one water bottle, I managed to get between Anthony Joshua and Andy Ruiz Jr fighting for the world championship toy story 4 belt!.
Once my bellowing and drill Sargent warnings have been shouted out and the boys had been separated and sent to there rooms, you threaten to put locks on the doors, then you wipe that smug face of Squash when he tells you he will call childline, so you give him the phone, with the number ready for him and say “tell them what? you have all been sent to your rooms for fighting? is that a criminal offense, will I be judged as a bad parent for stopping a fight by means of safe separation?” walking back to his bed I’m sure the mumbles FFS’s but I didn’t quite hear so I leave it, but I had won the argument.
At Breakfast Mummy said, “ok tonight when I get in, I would like you all, to be sitting ready with a film?” “Ok mummy” came the reply, Not a hard remit?.
So during the day, I rushed down to Iceland, pizza, southern fried chicken, chips, a bottle of sugar-free pop, sweetcorn (on the side as I would like them to have something healthy) popcorn, and a bottle or two for mummy and me (for review purpose only).
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Food cooked, tummy’s filled, film choice time!
The 4 children, spent the next 2 hours arguing on the film choice, I have, kindly (I can be kind) invested in a Prime streaming device along with our Now TV stick, so we have movies galore.
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Tiddlie, being the best behaved as always (not looking forward to when she turns 10! and possible hormone changes in-balancing her kindness & calmness) wanted to watch Doc Mcstuffin (I still find that an odd name for a children’s character), which the 3 boys gave a verbal assault too.
Next Tibbius wanted to watch Minecraft movies, now I have a dislike for anything Minecraft since our eldest got heavily addicted to it, and for the first part, we didn’t have it as one of the kids Xbox games it was only at school ( this is true before anyone gets defensive) he used the game and we got it because it was recommended to help his imagination.
ASBO, in only the way ASBO can just put on the Grinch without asking anyone this causing more arguments and Squash in a strop wanted to watch a Marvel movie, I have no problems with Squash’s choice but he forgets that he has a 5-year-old sister and Captin America might be a bit much for her (but she does love Dr. Who which the boys are scared of)
Mummy walked into this, she was able to glide through the house without any of the monsters seeing her and sit down with me and ask “how long?” I replied “2 hours of choices”.
In what seemed to be slow motion, mummy just walked into the front room, sit down put on a film she wanted to watch, at this point 4 children all at once screamed their choices at Mummy, “STOPPPPP! sit down I expected the movie to be ready!” said G, “where is the film, where is the popcorn”.
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Our kids love Mr. Bean, so in a bit of a twist G put on Johnny English, this produced 4 “why, it’s boring” then suddenly (as it is a joke a minute) the kids sat back and laughter came into the room, popcorn appeared and the cinema experience started.
What we learned from this was that giving 4 children of an age range of 5 to 10 the task of agreeing to a movie was a mistake and that we need to spend time with each of the kids with films that they all wanted to watch, so early in the day films for Tiddlie, Tibbius & ASBO have similar tastes so easy for dinner time movies and Squash, well that means a mummy and daddy sandwich watching The Avengers!
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