Another day off from school. Groan.

So, after surviving the 2 weeks of Easter holiday hell the schools have decided that a 5 day week in April is too much to ask of their teachers, so the kids are off school today.  Again. 

My day begins at 5am with Imogen shouting in her room - she's awake and she wants everyone to know it. Ugh.  I bring her into bed and shove a boob in her mouth to try and get her to fall back asleep for a wee while - at least until 6am would be nice.  But, sadly, this fails miserably and she's awake and wants to be up and about.  Joy of joys.  Blaine is now also up and about - "MUMMY! SMELL MY BUM!" Pardon me?  Smell your bum?!  Seriously - he is such a minger.  I ask Blaine why would I want to do such a thing, he replies "it smells lovely, like flowers" hmmm.....I'm not convinced, but still refuse to smell it.  Not being put off by this he disappears to his room and returns a few minutes later with his toy gun "MUMMY!  SMELL MY GUN!" Again I ask why would I want to do it..... his reply "I put it in my pants! SMELL IT! SMELL IT!" I don't smell it.  Blaine does.  He really is his father's son. What a fucking wonderful start to the Easter weekend.  I bet Mary never had this kinda conversation with Jesus.

"What are we doing today mummy?" asks Blaine  "Do I have school"  "No Blaine - no school today"  I reply.  Blaine is actually quite gutted at this as he loves school.  I am also gutted.  A long weekend.  Whoopdiwoo.

We venture downstairs and I'm greeted by the chaos that I left the previous evening when I was just far too exhausted to move, never mind tidy up.  Kim and Aggie would be welcome in my house anytime - it looks like a bomb has hit it.  The kitchen is no better and Bartok and Rimsky are snaking around my ankles begging for food.  Imogen is in her bouncy chair being "entertained" by Blaine (he's probably trying to get her to smell his bum, it's keeping her quiet so I really don't care) the kettle gets put on for a strong coffee.  Breakfast for the cats is served to shut them up and then I get breakfast ready for the kids. 

After brekkie Imogen has a wee nap, this is part of her rather fimble "routine" that we are in, she has a nap while I try to get myself ready, shove a load of washing on, do the dishes, tidy up and sort out Blaine - it is amazing what you can achieve in an hour.   Of course I manage to squeeze in a small amount of on-line activity and shove a cake in my gob.  Yes cake for breakfast.  Oh dear.

Imogen has another settle session at nursery today so she gets dropped off and Blaine and I head to my friend's house for a wee Easter party.  Blaine and some of his friends from school - all boys.  Chuck in some cake, crisps, outdoor games and you can imagine the fun they had.  Us mums all sat about drinking coffee, eating cake and yapping - taking it in turns to go out and use our "mummy voice" and The Look to stop the kids from locking each other in the shed.  The threat of "time out" is also used.  I find it amusing when you can be in a damn good conversation with another parent and half-way through you suddenly change your whole tone and look and it's "BLAINE! STOP THAT. SHARE!" then you return back to your adult conversation without batting an eye-lid. This happens frequently when parents and kids get together - along with loads of apologising for our children's behaviour.  Boys. Sigh.

It was a lovely way to spend the day.  I picked Immie up from nursery, she was OK, better than yesterday - in the swing when I went to get her - as soon as she saw me she started to cry and cry and was desperate to be set free from her trap and have a cuddle from mummy.  Awwwww bless.  She'll be fine, she'll be fine - this is the mantra I'm saying to myself in preparation for her starting "properly" in a few weeks.  2 weeks to get her sorted before I get back to work.  Shudder.

So, all in all, a better day today - the sun was even shining.  Tom emerges from bed at 4pm, he's working nightshift tonight (overtime) and is off tomorrow. I ask him what we're doing tomorrow "I'm listening to the football" is his reply.  Ahhhh wonderful.  That's just fanbloodytastic isn't it.  Another whole day with 2 kids. 

I think I better stock up on the voddy.