I wrote this blog last week, didn’t get chance to review it, and left it in drafts, so I’m putting it “live” now instead 🙂
Where did the day go? Lovely Bloke went to have his first go at the gym for 2012, with a personal trainer (his Christmas present) and the boys and I met him in the car park afterwards. W fell out of the car, demanded the buggy and then E had to be concertinered in to the bottom seat. Then shopping to get two birthday presents – and because I’m a good friend / bad buyer of presents they both got a top from the gap. Their mums will love me, but I suspect the children won’t be overly fussed. We watched a man play a guitar and a drum at the same time, and sing, and E was impressed so we gave him two gold coins – one from E, and one from W. Then it was into Blacks, to buy a top for Grandad, with me getting into an argument with a sttranger (really? Liz? you’re so agreeable with your fellow man!!!) followed by shin pads and red football socks for E (Go Roooooonnnneeeeeeyyyyy) and onto the basement of John Lewis where W threw the mother of all tantrums because they were sold out of lego men for £2 each and I wasn’t in the right mood to spend money on a lightning mcqueen for him. In the midst of coaxing him into an animal or a car, a lady from John Lewis decided she was tired of hearing him sobbing, saw he was carrying a sword and brought him and playmobil gladiator and said if he stopped shouting and crying he could have it. Instant result. God love her. I was just determined to not give in, so in theory I didn’t because W didn’t get the car he wanted, but he did get something cool. And I didn’t technically give it to him. But I’m sure that in there, there’s a parenting fail. What next? It’s only 4pm…
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