Connor and Georgia in the bath ….
Connor: Georgia you SCRATCHED my winkie!
Georgia: Sorry …
Connor: Georgia, look at that it is BLEEDING …
Georgia: Sorry …..
Connor: Uggghhhh GEORGIA ….. geez that hurts ….
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I am feeling compelled to rush in and check:
1. How a winkie got scratched while the kids were bathing.
2. How deep a scratch is …. exactly on a winkie … to make it bleed ….
But do I really want to know, do I really want to get involved? How does one really deal with this? Decision, decisions. What would Tommyc Zoom do? {unfortunately I am at that point where I think in ceebeebies…. don’t mock me, soon you will be here ….. trust me once you experience Little Cook, Big Cook as much as I have, you may want to just take your own life}
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Quiet voice ….
Georgia: Mommy, Connor is not forgiving me for scratching his winkie. I said sorry, but he is not forgiving me …..
Georgia: Mommy tell Connor to forgive me ….. MOMMY!!!! MOMMY ……………MOMMY TELL HIM!!!
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Connor saunters in the room, I can see he has not actually dried himself correctly and has still put his jammies on … either that or he has a serious personal sweating problem that needs medical intervention.
Connor: Mom, can I play computer games on your computer?
Me: No Connor ………. can I have some time by myself ………..
Connor: Mom I will turn off the sound …
Me: Awww Connor please …… if you are here I will not be by myself ………
Connor: Mom PLEASE …
Me: What are you going to do for me?…….
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Me: Go tell Georgia you forgive her and help her out the bath.
Connor: Okay ……….
How many more insane Sunday Nights do I have to have before I can ship this lot off to boarding school?
My room now has Connor playing a game, whether the sound is on or off is a bit irrelevant, as he is making the shooting sounds, Georgia is hanging over him cheering him on, Isabelle is eating a large bag of Flings whilst trying to demonstrate how she does a balla-ma-kissy, Dexter is jumping on the bed and then getting kicked off mid-Isabelle roll … and Andy Pandy is on television … something about teddy beddy and mopping!!!!
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Me …….counting the minutes until I can send them to bed.
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When Kennith gets back I am going to treat myself to two uninterrupted days and nights of no children, semi decent wine, and what ever B&B will take me!
Cripes!
