Saturday, March 24th, 2007
I’ve just noticed that Emma has updated her blog today. This really made me laugh.
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Don’t the storybooks fill your head with crap when you’re growing up? I mean, come on who has been swept off their feet by a knight in shining armour (more like a shite in Knighting Armour!), lives in a cottage with roses round the door, bakes cakes all day and lives with a permanent soft glow around them.
If that’s you, then I’ll be honest - I’m jealous and I don’t want to hear about your perfect life. Read More
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I’m feeling slightly demob happy as next week is my last week of full time. I am then on countdown of two months temping at three days per week. This will suit me better as I need to get cracking on my secret project.
One of the girls I work with seemed slightly bemused by the fact that I said I had had no intention of working past March. I’ve also made it clear that I don’t want a full time job out of it. Perhaps that does seem strange to some, but I have projects I need to fulfil and if it means temping a bit longer with no strings attached then so be it.
I’ve been kept busy all this week which always helps the days go faster. I still can’t help clock watching though, something I’ve never done before. It’s probably because, no matter how nice I think the people are, I just don’t want to be there. Fact.
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Saturday, March 24th, 2007
Don’t the storybooks fill your head with crap when you’re growing up? I mean, come on who has been swept off their feet by a knight in shining armour (more like a shite in Knighting Armour!), lives in a cottage with roses round the door, bakes cakes all day and lives with a permanent soft glow around them.
If that’s you, then I’ll be honest - I’m jealous and I don’t want to hear about your perfect life.
Do I sound a little bitter and twisted? Hell yes I am feeling that right now, but that’s because of complete and utter lack of sleep. Why, because I’m a PARENT.
For some reason when we have children a little cell is lit up in our body that says ‘wake up at every teeny, tiny sound’ while your partner/boyfriend/husband has a little cell that is lit up that says ’sleep through EVERYTHING!’
Maybe in cavemen times when roles were carved out in stone ie women cook, look after children, ug, men hunt, protect ug, that would have been okay. But times have changed and roles are really mixed up. Yet women may have more work piling up on them and still need the ability to wake in the night, be on call 24/7 and still smile. Or is that grimace!
The reason I am tired is I let my 9 year old have a friend for a sleepover last night. All fun and good, the child that stays over is very well behaved.
I also allowed them a little freedom and let them stay up until 11.00 pm because everyone was having a good time and it was a Friday night. (I shall so pay in moods tomorrow, but hey ho my own fault!). After having had a computer ban for the last week and a half, I allowed them back on last night so hence why they were having more fun.
I sent everyone up to bed and my 9 year old declared that he and his friend were going to get up in the middle of the night and come downstairs. "I don’t think so darling" I said. "We’ll creep down and you won’t hear us" he said. "Don’t forget mommy is a very light sleeper" I said.
And so the conversation continued with me declaring that if the sirens didn’t get him, then the invisible dogs would. This kind of freaked my younger son out a little, but what the hell! (Only joking it was all done in the best possible taste and fun.)
One of the syndromes they don’t write about in parenting books concerning 9 year old, hormonal raging boys is the SA syndrome. That’s Smart Ass Syndrome if you want to know the latin term.
The secondary syndrome by the way is LB Syndrome (latin name Little Bugger syndrome - more on that another time). The third one for future reference is SOIFOMF Syndrome (latin name Show Off In Front Of My Friends Syndrome).
My 9 year old was obviously on a mission to outwit me. Can’t be having that . . . . .
I got them all off to bed. And what was my first move? I password protected the computer so he couldn’t get on it without adults around. Not that they can get on to the internet, but we don’t believe in children having free reign without adults about.
And note I am a VERY light sleeper. So at 4.18 am this morning I heard noises on the landing. "What are you doing?" I boomed. Silence. I lay still and heard another noise. "What are you doing?" I repeated. Nothing. At the same time, very opportune for me, a cat must have run across our garden and set the security light off. Instant lighting!
I crept downstairs, went into the living room and no immediate sign of them. I gazed around the room and spotted my son hiding up a corner and his friend hiding under our table.
To cut a long story short I made them go back up to their room. Did I do the right thing, I don’t know. But how would it have sounded if when the friends mom came to pick him up I’d have said "yeah, they had a really late night, then they got up just after 4.00 am and did their own thing". How would you feel?
It didn’t end there. And this is where the LB syndrome comes in. It went quiet for a bit, so I though great, they’ve settled down. No, they were just biding their time until after 5.00 am when they obviously thought it would be okay to start playing the guitar!
I am not kidding.
I went into their room and quietly explained that they weren’t being fair on the rest of the household, to keep the noise down and to save arguing I shut the door on them to minimise the sound of their voices, which worked.
At about 6.00 am they went back downstairs and in fairness they kept fairly quiet until nearly 7.00 when the noise level started increasing and found out they had got the playstation out. I had completely forgotten this was in the living room as this had been part of the ban as well.
I still can’t decide if I should drop this or tackle my son later when his friend has gone home. I am taking time out to consider how to deal with this, but won’t make a fuss in front of his friend. I did however ensure they weren’t allowed the computer until 8.00 after they had eaten breakfast, washed and dressed and then only for an hour or so.
Oh yes and while all this was going on, my husband was blissfully fast asleep.
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