I am Slight Change of Plans Mum

Mammy is rather chuffed to see Friday evening.

Mammy doos LOVE Friday evenings.

I tried to be a very good Mammy this evening, ignoring Jim in favour of lifting my girls early, with plans to do some festively frolicky arts and crafts with a lovely Christmas-Card-making-set that I procured in the Aldi-everything last week, to drink hot chocolate and have a Hallmark worthy Mary-of-the-poppins type evening, where they’d play happily while Mammy magically transformed the vegetables in the fridge into wholesome homemade soup for my minions.

How mammiful of me, eh?

In reality, I had an extra hour of them screaming “NO WAY”, “She HUT meeeee!” and “STOP iiiiiit!” at each other and at me, while I delivered a Freezer Friday Special of oven baked cardboard for them to smear all over the floors. Then we watched 65 Cartoons, Princess fell asleep standing up πŸ‘‡πŸ‘‡πŸ‘‡and we had a generally riotous bedtime chaos…

I didn’t shout as much as usual however and both have gone to bed reasonably content πŸ’žand (finally) temperature free… (Is it bad that I now get more upset if we run out of Cal-of-the-pol, than I do if the graperack runs out? πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚)

The arts and crafts stuff remains in the car. It’ll probably still be there on January 1st as I’ll have given in to the cheap, cheerful and mess-free joy that is 30 cards for a penny in the pound shops! πŸ˜†πŸ˜£πŸ˜…

I HAD indulged in my usual Thursday night Domestic Goddess cleaning splurge last night, in the hope of doing feck all tonight. Right now, it looks like a creche puked its contents onto my living room floor.

There is however a shiny new grape glass from TK-Maxyourcard sitting beside the bottle of grapejuice that needs a snog…

How was your Friday Ladybelle?
Hit me with a gif to sum it up! 😚😚😚

One thought on “I am Slight Change of Plans Mum

  1. Me and my two made olaf snowmen out of marshmallows, pretzel sticks and chocolate drops. They did actually make them. then they abused the poor snowmen by stabbing them repeatedly with the pretzel sticks, smashing the marshmallow bodies with the palms of their hands, and then they devoured them, voraciously, laughing all the while. there was stickiness everywhere. They were like evil despots, high on confectioners sugar.

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