There is a lot of laughter and running about noises upstairs. I give him five minutes and shout up "Are you ready yet?"
"Yes."
"Have you got your Pyjamas on?"
"No."
"Put them on then."
I give him another few minutes...
"I'm ready!" He calls down in a singsong voice.
"Have you had a wee?"
"No"
"Have a wee then!"
Are you getting bored yet? Well try doing it EVERY night of the week! By now I'm tired of shouting, so I go up to view the damage. Small Sprog is still running around in his birthday suit! All that he's wearing is the remains of hot chocolate around his mouth. All his clothes are in a heap on his bedroom floor.
"I thought you'd put on your PJ's" I realise I'm starting to sound a little strained!
"I've cleaned my teeth!" He says proudly.
Did I ask him to clean his teeth??
We do teeth again, he wees - "Keep the wee in the toilet!" I say for the hundredth time! He has a habit of not looking where he's "going" - and puts on his dressing gown. Then we snuggle up in 'the big bed' to read a quick story. "It has to be a quick story" I explain "Because you've taken so long to get ready." He doesn't complain. He has a plan up his sleeve!
We do the story and his inhaler and I breath a very quiet sigh of relief. The whole thing is quite exhausting. We snuggle up in his bed, I make Poalie talk (his polar bear has a very gruff voice!!) We say goodnight and I am just about to go downstairs when I realise Small Sprog is out of bed and sprinting to the loo. I do a few things upstairs and wait for him to finish. No sign of Small Sprog. It's getting late now so I go in to see what he's up to.
There he is in all his glory, sitting on the loo, swinging his legs, starkers except for one thing. On his face he is wearing a massive grin, but that's not the thing. The thing is on his head. On his head he is wearing Tall Girls shower cap!! It is blue and flowery! And at that moment she appears at the door. "Yuck! Mummy! He's wearing my shower cap while he's having a poo!" She wails!! Don't you just love family life? I placate her.
Eventually I settle him back down and that's it! I'm down stairs and about to enter blogging heaven when......
"Mum?"
"Yes" Threateningly!
"Can I have a drink of water?"
Now that is just the oldest trick in the book!
These are some bluebells from our garden last week.
This week they have faded somewhat, a little like myself!
