Well seems like The Man isn’t the only one with a gizmo. Uncle Brick turned up with a gizmo that means I can plug my external HD into the telly and watched stuff on my big screen. As my viewing options widen exponentially I may have to give up either my job or the kids.
Last night we babysat Uncle Brock’s kids for the first time, while he and his wife had a much needed night out, by night out I mean 90 minutes in the restaurant down the road.
Sunshine has been babysitting for them on weekend since T was born 2 and half years ago. I was amazed at how good she was with them, T especially is rather attached to her, and when he had a mini exorcist moment, as two year olds tend to do, she was the only one who could calm him down. It was really enjoyable actually and as I wandered around picking things up, washing the odd dish with little K in a sling on my back, it too me right back, and I sort of missed it. Physically life with older kids is so much easier, but mentally, gawd, I wish for simpler times, times when a rocking, a carrying, a few verses of Bat Out of Hell brought peace and serenity to the home.
Now it’s a constant state of damage control and negotiation.
Uncle Brick is taking three of mine to see “Where The Wild Things Are” today, no doubt followed by food/bowling/game centres etc, anywhere where they feel they can test the elasticity of his wallet.
Sunshine is meeting Big Love 2 and so is applying what appears to be the 19th coat of nail polish.
I myself will work.
I have given my chicklets a nutritious brecky of left over pizza and corn soup, thus fullfilling my daily quota for Random Acts of Kindness.
Kev is suddenly into yoga and I promised him a morning workout, hope this makes him all relaxed and zen-ish.
So onto downward dog and full moon……