Chocolate Muffins and Lucky Pants......

So the parental cracks are starting to show and the children being children are taking full advantage..The other morning the boys had arisen earlier than normal and rather than wake me they proceed to conspire to do their own thing. I can vaguely remember at points being disturbed in the half an hour between them sneaking out of bed and me jumping out panicking.  Suffice it to say I went in to their bedroom expecting them to have put the TV on and be sitting there like the perfect little angels they are.  What I was confronted with couldn't have been further from that image.  Empty chocolate muffin wraps, with remaining muffin spread all over the room, empty packets of crisps floating about and some extremely strong orange squashed spilt all over the floor. As my face reddened and the steam started pouring out my ears Ninja brightly looked at me with all innocence in his eyes and said "well I did ask you", "when did you ask me !" came my response through gritted teeth, "while you were asleep", he said a little less brightly than before "and did I respond when you asked me", teeth still gritted, "well you kinda grunted and I took that as a yes".  So I sat myself on the edge of his bed and tried to recall any kind of interaction I'd had with the kids in the last 1/2 hour.  I began to recall vague images and words..Like "Mummy open please" (which I must have done) and "can I have a chocolate muffin please".  I'd been had ! they had caught me at my most vulnerable 3/4 asleep still, totally incoherent and at their mercy.  They'd asked they'd got a response of some sort and I had even aided and abetted in the mischief having opened the crisps for them.  How pray tell me am I suppose to tell them off !   So I didn't, I had to much evidence stack against me to even consider it, and Ninja had a chocolate muffin for breakfast before school that day.....

Which brings me on to lucky pants.  I don't constantly go and buy new underwear for the kids, more a thing where only when you need it.  When I do, I buy good quality dark colours that will wash and wear and still look reasonable when changing for PE and such like.  Anyway I picked up 3 new pair of pants for Ninja the other day and some of his old ones were showing really signs of being had it and it was one of the new pair that I threw down the stairs for him to wear to school that day.  From the bottom of the stairs I hear the cry of "mum !!, these aren't my lucky pants" WHAT !! I didn't even know he had "lucky pants" why is my 6 year worrying about wearing lucky pants ! and how did they become lucky and what makes them lucky.  Close to school time as it was I decided now was not the time to discuss this whole new development of being superstitious. 

I spent the whole day worrying about this new aspect of his character, I didn't even think 6 year old could be superstitious , had I made him this way ? why has he decided his fate is not in his hands anymore and is being guided by forces outside his own doing? Is he watching to much TV?  how should I deal with this, should I just debunk it all or actually support him in his belief that if he does certain things it will make his life better in someway.  By pick up time I was really anxious to ask him why those pants were lucky pants and do you know what his answer was........"I dunno they just are" so another day to be chalked down as an unnecessary panic and guilt parenting day !!   

My life is saved by a bar of Aero

Having started this morning in one of those particularly bad ways ie rising and shining at 7.45am when we needed to be out the house at 8am. I didn't think anyone could be having a worse day than me. I was wrong..!!! I have managed to arrive at work 10 minutes before my meeting with the British Gas man, thats with Paul driving at 300 hundred miles an hour and unceremoniously dumping my boys on my sister for the day...Dummies in the changing bag love you kids bye !!! Sausage sandwich for breakfast and God Damn it no tea !!. Anyway enter very nice man from the Gas board. Hello Mrs Hill we would like to save you money on your electricity bill...Thank you very much. 15 minutes going through the motions and I agree with him yes you can save me money where do I sign !!!. I am greeted with a big beaming smile and a look of thank f**k for the that look in his eye. Do you know when your contract will be up for renewal...No British gas man there is no contract lets just sign the dotted line..Phone EDF yes Mrs Hill you ARE under contract until March 2011!! sorry did I just hear that right till 2011 how the hell did that happen. Turn to Mr British Gas sorry under contract till 2011 the look of disbelief on his face nearly broke my heart..what so you under contract till March this year..no until march NEXT year what June this year NO MARCH NEXT YEAR..Oh..! The poor man, I saw the promise of a romantic valentines night with his wife on the commission from me slip slowly through his fingers...!!! There was nothing left for us to do but to shake hands and promise to meet up next Jan do this all again..!! And to top it off He left his mobile phone here !! He despondently walked out the door and I have since polished off an entire guilt ridden bar of Aero...!! Glad I am not having his day :-(