Monday, December 14, 2009

The all potato marathon...

OK, so with the Frog in France for five days, it's been me and the spud on one relentless Mummy-potato marathon.

Our first day without the Frog was reasonably normal. I picked the spud up from nursery along with a friend of his whose parents were working late and we had dinner together until her Mum arrived. All well and good. Bedtime: 9pm

Friday I, perhaps ill-advisedly, took the spud along to see the Sacred Made Real exhibition at the National Gallery, starting off with a two and a half hour meeting in the cafe. He was amazing, an angel. He played quietly while I nattered on and then he wandered around the exhibition marvelling at the statues and complaining a lot that Christ was 'hurt'. We then arrived home just as my wonderful friend and her son Einstein pitched up to our door for a sleepover. Chaos. Bedtime: 10:00pm

Saturday we went to my godson's first birthday, following which I dropped the spud off at his girlfriend's house for a sleepover while I went out on the lash with my mates. I got a text at 10:30pm - bedtime.

Sunday, I suffered. I really, really suffered. We did however make it to another friend's house for a Yule party with loads of kids. Everyone was late, the kids ate everythings (and one of them threw up to prove it) and by the time we got home he was so overexcited that I had to put him into a bath with me and we both went to bed at bedtime: 10pm.

Today we took the day off and went to Selfridges to see Santa, an event the spud reacted to by burying his head in my shoulder and whispering that he apparently wants 'a yellow car' for Christmas, then crying until we left the poor man's house. We then went to Winter Wonderland and walked a million miles, then came home and collapsed. The spud begged to lie down on the sofa and watch Shrek so that's what he did. Bedtime: 9pm.

The frog comes back tomorrow. I need a holiday...

7 comments:

Jennie said...

Jesus woman! I would have been psychosomatically influetic (new word alert) by now! Good job! You deserve a drink!

Princess Mummy said...

I think you did well! If Prince Daddy had to go away I'd never know how to cope. I don't think I could look after myself alone now, let alone Little Prince. I've been under supervision cos of the Cataplexies for so long, I wouldn't know what to do solo. xxx

Vic said...

I'm exhausted just reading that. Can you slow down a little?

Sparx said...

Jennie [digs out Thesaurus] Thank you - I shall have one this evening...

Princess Mum - well you must tie your Prince to your bed with love and, perhaps, handcuffs, I think!

Vic - I think I have to now... I may just stop for good!

sphinx said...

sparx, i love reading stories about the Spud. I am day-mother to my 14 mnth old grandson, so you are educating me for the future.
Thanx for that... I think!

Sparx said...

Hi Sphinx! Well, glad I can help although if you're a grandmother then presumably you've been through it before and can probably help me out rather than the other way around... I'll delete your other comment, don't worry.

Michelle said...

It is exhausting being a mother on most days, but when my other half is gone, I can hardly wait until bedtime! It sounds like you managed beautifully!