There is nothing like the impending visit by the not-so-tiny terrorist [aka great-nephew] to make you get on and do all those smaller jobs that have been let slide.
- Paperwork was filed
- Desk was cleared
- DVD’s put away
- Post packaged and ready to go
- Old magazines were put out to recycling
- Hoovering done
- Cups and mugs taken to kitchen sink
- iPad charing cable hidden
- Pocket Money soured [yes he charges a ransom now he is three]
He whirls in, deposits his toys, plays his swanny whistle and pan pipes, bounces from chair to chair, tiny fingers creep towards new fluffy and oops it fell off all by itself even though it has sat there quietly for over a month. I need an app to translate the musings and generally you find yourself envious and exhausted by his energy.
You laugh at his “Yes, Daddy go get dinner”, he dives in his bag and gets his cutlery and is ready before Daddy has got as far as the car [KFC], his casual mention “Monster in there” [my dark bedroom], his excited “I did it” and as he is leaving “Bye, see you morrow again”.
His Mum is an awesome hair stylist so I have been lopped, cropped and put into order. Tinker tot loves it because he goes and gets out my hoover [it’s a Henry] and before she has dampened me down he is there ready to suck up everything that drops [plugged in properly, hose at the ready, seeking on button]!
He’s all about, that kid!
Just noticed, the difference between a treat and a threat is just one letter
I shall treat myself to some tennis and crochet this afternoon … oh hang on there is some hand sewing that needs attention, maybe that instead … but there is left over KFC for lunch, yumyum.