At present lots of shouting and screaming with John and the children in the living room. He always seems to psych them all up around this time! And time after time he doesn’t learn that this formula does not tire them out, it merely notches them up a gear. I am hiding in the kitchen as the games next door commence. I can hear him now saying that ‘We are not going to get boisterous, just before bed’, but they are and completely ignoring him at this point.
Amritsar has just started screaming the house down regarding a broken bracelet. A very loud return to the awful behaviour of earlier today!
Some of today’s naughtiness can only be described as completely ‘loco’ (Spanish for crazy). It is now time to dress for bed so I will come back to this shortly…
The main commotion of earlier began in the garden. Daddy got them all in shoes – I think every single pair in the shoe cupboard was strewn throughout the ground floor and then some more. Look, it’s not like I’m complaining about picking up! It’s part of the job. I do it constantly and seldom complain. But I do tire of the sheer volume that seems to be normal at the weekends. Anyhow the garden got grizzly. John left them to their own devices and surprise surprise, the water they were collecting from the downstairs W.C. Was for mud pies. Not any old mud pies, rather bubble mud pies. John remarked that they said that I had said that it was all right to use the soap dispenser. And he believed them!
Tesco home deliveries arrived with a rather large order. Sixty 200g chocolate bars arrived in preparation to be rebranded for the girls birthday in a couple of weeks! More on that at a later date. Plus a shed load of other stuff, including £10 worth of ingredients for the adult catering at the party. ‘Indian Veg Cuisine’ is the theme for the grownups nosh and I am planning to cater for 40 adults for just a tenner.
By the time I had put the last thing away, I looked up and saw Tara and Thor running around half naked, covered in water and mud and soap. Amritsar had a bucket of water and was about to pour it over Tara’s head… they were corralled and went upstairs to shower. At this point, Sindy our nanny rang the doorbell. She had very kindly sewn on ‘Chicky’s’ hat (Caleb’s soft toy) and was delivering him back to us. She entered and looked on, aghast at the extent of the turmoil. She went upstairs and gave John a hand for the next fifteen minutes. At this time Remus began projectile vomiting his dinner around the living room floor. My head just sank into my lap!
I did notice a rather large apple stem in amongst the kibble and crunched up apple when I cleaned it all up, so I know the cause of the problem at least. Less can be said for the other mess. Roll on tomorrow, hopefully less ‘Loco Commotion’.