Today started well, Imogen had a settle session at nursery for 2 whole hours. During this time I completed a mountain of ironing and managed to drink a coffee in peace and it wasn't even cold! Hurrah! I also made a list of items I need to pack for our "holiday" tomorrow. We are going to stay at my mums for a whole week. Tom isn't coming, he has to work. Which means he'll get a decent night's sleep, go to band, work, eat take-aways, and not get nagged. Lucky Tom eh? My week will be slightly different, dealing with 2 kids and my mum, I dunno who'll be driven mad first! The list for the holiday is horrific. Imogen needs a ridiculous amount of stuff - from sleeping bag to steraliser, bumbo seat to breast pump the list goes on and on and on. Blaine helpfully packs his case - cars, severed finger from Magic Box, toy spider and pants. That's all he needs for a week apparently. Perfect. I'm looking forward to having a babysitter on tap for a whole week, i'm also looking forwad to the variety of days/nights out I have planned - child free, adult company here I come! WOOHOO! Tom will not be amsued.
We had some visitors pop over this afternoon, my auntie, cousin and 2nd cousin. Fab! Although Blaine is a wee bugger when we have visitors. He goes really weird and, quite frankly, horrible. Today was no exception. He excelled himself by throwing a ball in his cousin's face on purpose and being a wee shit. Demanding "DRINK!" like that drunk old man from Father Ted. "DRINK! DRINK" Needless to say he didn't get a drink. I will not be ordered about like that by anyone - especially not a 5 year old!!
Once my visitors had left Blaine was sent to his room to sit there until he could behave like a good boy. Technically he should be there for about a week at least. He lasted 15 mins then came down stairs in his underwear looking sollom. God only knows why he took his clothes off, I have no idea. He apologised for his behaviour and I finally got him a drink. At this point I should have poured a vodka, but I didn't.
Blaine had a Martial Arts class arranged for this evening - he's been harping on and on and on about going to Karate class, he saw it on some kids tv show or something. Blaine has tried many activities in the past, but his sporting ability is poor to say the least. Take football class for example - we went along a few times, at first he enjoyed it, but he kept running away from the ball, away from anyone and was terrified incase someone bumped into him, so he asked if he could stop going. I agreed. So now we try karate.
We arrive at the class, the lady is lovely and explains that the key thing is for the kids to have fun! Great - so far so good. He's really keen to join in and off he goes. After about 10 seconds his attention has gone and he's far too busy picking his nose to be paying any attention to what the teacher is saying. Mortified I try giving some hand signals to him to stop picking his nose. He thinks i'm waving. I'm not. He is obsessed with his nose picking - it was so bad at one point he actually infected it as he'd picked it so much. It wouldn't stop bleeding and we had to take a trip to A&E - the young doctor there was lovely, turns out he lives in our street (oh the shame) and he had a charming conversation with Blaine about bogies. Nice. Blaine loves bogies - it is disgusting. After a good examination, which involved a simple procedure of the doctor shinining a light up Blaine's nose then describing in detail the amount of bogies he could see (the things you have to do to get kids to co-operate) we leave with some cream and a very happy Blaine as the doctor could see all his bogies. Blllleeeerrrrrggghhh, Vile. Just vile. Sadly it didn't stop his nose picking. I swear his finger will get lodged up there one day.
The karate class goes well, they get to play dodge ball at the end - Blaine has no idea what he's doing, he is hit by the ball on multiple occassions but is still running about like a loon. He's eventually told to sit down. He does and the nose picking continues. The lady thinks he did well for his first class - I beg to differ, but, hey ho, he won't turn into The Karate Kid after one lesson.
Both kids are now in bed and my list for tomorrow is getting bigger and bigger as I remember random items that I need - camera charger, mums house key etc. Must remember to take stuff for myself. My list is simple - pants, make-up, straightners, push up bra, vodka. Fuck it, that will do.
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