Sundays have taken a little turn in direction since we’ve discovered that Daddy has more stamina in the parenting department if he has a lie-in. So I do the early morning shift which today sarted at ten past six. Both children had cuddles, porridge and various other requests met until I could stay awake no longer and went to bed passing the baton on.
While I slept they all went to an indoor play area with Cousins C and F. Apparently it was wonderful and they all had great fun. Master R fell asleep on the way home which somewhat disturbs the only evening I’m not either asleep or incoherent with tiredness. Ms R seemed a bit restless, a sort of ants-in-her-pants jiggleness which I attributed to a certain type of drink refreshment that my brother buys the children. I ranted a bit about that and said I’d rather they avoided them at all costs as certain ingredients in them have been linked to everything from childhood leukemia to behavioural problems. Am I wrong to feel exasperated that my brother is still regularly feeding them to his children despite one being up for diagnosis for behavioural issues?
When they came home Ms R woke me up to give me a Christmas card that she made for me complete with picture of decorated tree, us with presents and ‘Happy Christmas’ still talking about it and expressing gratitude. We chatted for a bit and she relayed the events of the outing in great detail.
Ms R was looking a tad spotty on the back of her neck and shoulders and apparently when she was hot from running around her tummy was very blotchy too so both children had an oily bath and Ms R was afterwards smothered in lashings of cream.
When in bed she told me that she still had a bit of water in her ear and when she laid on that side it made a clicking sound. In order not to be out done Master R told me that when he touched his tummy it felt like it was full of eggs, chickpeas and spiders. After a little more thought on this he asked what was really inside his tummy, as we were half way through a story he got a very brief answer.
So you work until stupid o’clock in the morning, and daddy has a lie in?
Comment by Em — January 20, 2008 @ 10:02 pm
Sorry Em, maybe I should have wrote a bit more about that so that it didn’t enrage all you raving feminists out there.
It works wonderfully because instead of me getting straight into bed at 4.30am, struggling to fall asleep (as I’m sure most people would if they got into bed the minute they returned from work) and then just as I start to doze off being continually disturbed by requests of breakfast, bottom wiping, tv fixing, drinks etc for the next couple of hours I get to celebrate the end of my working week by spending a couple of hours drinking hot chocolate and catching up with internet stuff/reading/general winding down before anyone else wakes up. Then I get some nice cuddle time and the opportunity to meet the childrens needs without having to get in and out of bed before being able to go to bed and fall straight to sleep where I am left undisturbed and for longer because Daddy doesn’t seem to flag mid-afternoon if he gets a lie-in on his day off. It works better all round. I get some quiet ‘me time’ and then a longer sleep, the children aren’t left unsupervised and Daddy gets the sleep he needs after working late on a Saturday.
Comment by Administrator — January 21, 2008 @ 12:15 am