Perfectly Happy Mum

Taratatata "I'm loving it!"

"CHIIIIIIPS!"

Craig and I look at each other in shock... did Elliott just recognise the Mc Donalds arches?... He did! He really did! That's when he starts begging and rubbing his tummy saying "chips, yummy yummy in my tummy!".

We ignore him and accelerate to escape the giant bright yellow arches. I swear I saw Ronald staring and smiling at me ironically, I even heard him say "run all you like they always come back, mwahhaha..."

"Drive!" I said "JUST DRIVE!!!"

I CAN'T SLEEP!!!

I am completely and truly AWAKE!! I shouldn't, I should be tucked up in bed and asleep by now. This is wrong! This morning I woke up feeling more tired than before getting into bed last night. This is simply because I cannot get over the weekend away...

In pre-baby instructions books they should have a whole chapter about how booze and children do not go together. It is as easy as this, they simply do not gel, not even a tad. On Saturday we were away, staying at Craig'Sister and as usual there was gorgeous wine and delicious food. How can you resist this, euh? Tell me, I would love to know, because I can't. I live for the good food and drink, so it is impossible to decline offers mixing the two!

Now I only had three glasses of wine, yes only three and I woke up with my head feeling like it had gone through the washing machine spinning cycle and then tumble dried... it hurt... A LOT!! Especially when the two boys who are our pride and joy, except in these moments, started shouting and jumping on our bed at 5.30 am!! FOR GOD SAKES!! 5.30 AM!!! This is not right, absolutely not right!

So boys, this is just between you and me guys... One day you will be 21 and against all of Maman and Papa's advice you will go out, party hard and abuse alcohol (it better be past 21 years old and a good lesson never to replicate or you ARE IN TROUBLE!). That day you will be coming back home at the crack of dawn and feeling rough... reaaallly rough... You will stay in bed very late and wake up mid afternoon expecting breakfast to be served on the table as you appear...
Well boys that day there will be no waking up in the middle of the afternoon, nor breakfast served lovingly.
That day there will be me and your dad bursting into your bedroom at the crack of dawn, ok let's make it 6 am, shouting and asking for you to get out of bed and make US breakfast! We might even go as far as jumping on your bed, but this will depend on whether we are still able physically.

That day you better be decent and there better be no girl into the bedroom, or you will ruin all your chances of ever getting married!!

On this note I am off to bed, I need to sleep, I NEED TO SLEEP. Tomorrow we are off to Butlins Bognor!! Can't wait!! 

Good night all...