Does the constant chatter every stop?

Since 6am this morning I have heard Blaine talk non-stop.  Or, if he's not talking, he's making random noises for example "ooga booga"; "eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"; "BOOOOOOO!"; "Weeeee" etc etc.  The list of his noises is rather endless and gets very, very irritating.  He even yaps to himself when he's taking a pee. I'm sure those of you with kids can relate to this (well I hope you can, or I have a very odd child) he has been described as "quirky" by many health professionals.  "Quirky" is another word for pain in the arse.

So today was another glorious day in Aberdeen, so to block out his constant noise we take a trip to the beach.  The thing about Blaine and his constant yapping is I soon turn off and say things like "uh-hu"; "Hmmmmm" which can, at times, get me into trouble as I agree to something I have no idea what I agreed to and Blaine gets very excited.  Today was one of these days. 

The beach in Aberdeen is located next to Cadonas.  Cadonas is owned, apparently, by the same people that own Blackpool Pleasure Beach.  But this is a teeny tiny version.  Blaine LOVES Cadonas - we call it "The Shows".  I HATE it, with a passion.  It's expensive, loud, full of slot-machines and the rides are crap. He rarely gets to go as it sends him hyper - totally mental. We go to the park, it's bitterly cold, the wind from the sea is bitter, it may be sunny but I still have my winter hat on.  I do like to be cosy.  Blaine is still talking.  Going on about maths "mummy, whats 7+5?" or "5+2" or "1,000 + 10,000" the list is endless.  He then moves on to another conversation about holidays - what are we doing next week at grans house.  He starts yapping on and on and on, I'm distracted by the bitterly cold wind freezing me to death and switch off to Blaine, doing my usual "uh-huh" which results in Blaine screeching "REALLLLLLLLLLLY! Can we? Oh mummy I can't wait"  WTF have I agreed to.  "Can't wait for what Blaine?" and here is the dreaded answer "we can go to The Shows today! Can we go now? Please, now?"  Fuck.  I have agreed to take Blaine to the Shows.  This can't happen for a variety of reasons 1 - I'm skint and  2 - I can't go on any of the rides as I have Imogen. I'm sure she'd love being flung about on a roller coaster or log flume, but I hate the bloody things. I now have to explain to Blaine why we can't go. It didn't go down well to say the least. A stroppy 5 year old is probably as horrendous as a stroppy teenager.  But I have promised him that Daddy will take him another day.  Great.  We went to a coffee shop for hot drinks to get some feeling back into our bones. Then headed home. Day 4 of Easter Holidays is over. I'm surviving it, vodka is helping in the evening.

Oh, and Tom was remarkable helpful today - he hasn't moaned at me once yet, although I did have to witness him take a shower so we could have a conversation in peace, just to get away from Blaine for 5 mins. Please, Blaine, Haud Yer Wheesht - I really don't need to witness Tom naked in the shower on a daily basis just to have a conversation with him.