Christmas is back on

Just thought I would update you on how my mood is doing. I’m all loved up with my boys again after a good week, all the stress of last weekend is forgotten and Santa’s visit is once again secure.

Things were close to the wire after being abused by them constantly for 48 hours. Now the week has gone by and the little monkeys have been nice again so all is calm.

They are still very much kids though rather than machines so it’s not like I didn’t wake this morning to the sound of an argument in their room because of course I did. Apparently they could not come to an agreement about what kind of toy snake each had. After some heated debate they finally decided that Daniel’s was electric (I assumed like an electric eel) and Jamie’s was poisonous. Moments later I heard two large giggling elephants tip toe into my bedroom and sneak up to the bed.

The attack came fast and furious as two wooden snakes were furiously jabbed into my eyes. “HAHA” shouted Jamie “My snake is electric ha”

You can imagine the tense moments that followed as Daniel realised that his younger Brother had hijacked his idea of what is the better deadly snake. A loud exchange of words followed as Daniel tried to reclaim his weapon of choice and I sighed as I knew where this would lead too and really didn’t want it to happen. Amazingly though Daniel gave in, I looked at him and winked and said not to worry about it and for once he agreed. This is fairly unprecedented in our house, I often try and convince Daniel that I know how he feels but to leave it for now and he never accepts it. Today he shrugged his shoulders gave me a cuddle and then rammed the tail of the snake into my face and said “Poison – your dead!” A Christmas miracle!

So yes I’m all happy again as all is calm once more even though we have already seen the result of too much Christmas excess.

At about midnight last night we had a lovely visit to our room. Jamie had his school Christmas party yesterday and had thoroughly enjoyed it. The clues he gave us suggested he had eaten quite a lot. What Jamie had eaten was mainly cake and sweets. Then he came home and had some more food for tea. Somewhere along the line I think he may have over done it.

The door creaked open and tiny footsteps made their way to my bedside. “I feel a bit sick!” were his sad words. What I tried to say was that he should go to the toilet if he feels sick and I will come and help him. What I actually said was “Go to the toilet if..AAGGHH!”

Like a scene from the exorcist Jamie opened his mouth and threw up all over me.

Like a shot Jo and I were up and moved into action. Teamwork ensured that Jamie was taken care of whilst the mess was cleared up, bedding changed, bathroom cleaned after the rest of the party food missed the toilet and people were washed. In no time at all Jamie was back in bed and snoring happily whilst the parents stood looking at each other with cloths and towels in hand smelling of sick.

Needless to say he was absolutely fine after that and the executive decision was made that the sickness was entirely due to the excess of party food and not due to a virus or food poisoning and so he was dually sent to School against the standard policy. There’s no risk of passing infection on and sometimes you have to use a bit of common sense.

It’s Daniel’s party today so I think I might make him sleep in the bath tonight just in case, whilst rigging up one of the old stair gates across my bedroom door.

Christmas is back on – lovely.