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Cuddles in the sun


There's nothing like a bit of sunshine to get everybody out of the door and today is no exception. Despite the forecast being pretty patchy for the weekend its been lovely this morning and while Glenn cleaned out his van after yesterday's green laning expedition to Gloucestershire, the kids and dogs 'helped' by sitting on everything as it came out of the van and generally getting in the way. Bertie in particular will take any opportunity to sit on anybody who's willing to have him and much as I think we shouldn't encourage this, it does make me smile to see them all in a happy heap.


This morning was also about recharging batteries. The girls stayed over again at their friend Mia's house on Friday and once again I think they may have gone to bed at an almost reasonable time, but not slept until a good point later. I don't so much care about the time they go to bed as ling as they get enough sleep and it was blatantly obvious when I picked them up that this had not been the case. Over the course of the day it got worse, not helped by Abi having a party to go to and Izzy having 2 friends round to play, arranged before the sleep over! At least one of them generally understands that they are tired and that's what is making them feel grumpy. This time it was Abi, who just took herself off for a bath an bed once everybody had gone. Izzy on the other hand missed all the cues and didn't hear me call her to say if she wanted a bath she had to come now, then found the bath empty and had a major paddy which went along the lines off "its not fair, I never get a bath and I never get as long with you as Abi has..." and so on. She then got herself completely wound up until she was in a right state. Ho hum - I just shut her door in the end - bad Mummy.  This morning (having slept over 12 hours straight) she popped out of bed singing happily and acknowledged she'd been very tired - hopefully she will remember that lesson next time. And just in case anybody thinks I deprive my children of washing - she had a lovely deep bath this morning all to herself which she thoroughly enjoyed.


So while we clearly still have immaturity in terms of energy levels, this week Izzy excelled herself by writing a poem which was just beautiful:


My heart melts to see you gone
My heart would break if you never came back
I dream for you to kiss me good night ...
I dream for you to love me tight


How lovely is that?! It does make it sound like I'm never home to kiss her good night and give her a bedtime cuddle - not true! - but aside from that I was so touched she'd written this with another note that just says "I love you Mummy, x" Being a Mum is sometimes the best and most rewarding thing.


So one week of school and then the kids are off for their annual May half term visit to Somerset and they can't wait. I think they are expecting to spend most of it with Ben and Laurie, as well as helping with the animals and baking bread. I've had a little chat with Izzy about how important it is for both Mum and Dad to get out for a walk in the morning so fingers crossed she won't develop her lazy legs and refuse to walk - she just loves her bed to much...

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