Let me set the scene for you this morning. It sure made me smile for the rest of the day.
I wake up dragging my feet, not a good nights sleep had, and been feeling fatigued lately. Dragged myself into the shower got dressed, made the bed. Went and woke the kids up made their bed (when is that pixie dust coming). Ushered kids downstairs to kitchen, make breakfast, seeing how I am not in the best of ways; cereal is all that is on the menu. Leave kids to have breakfast, put kettle on for morning coffee, take meds have some fruit and yoghurt for breakfast. Throw a load of washing on, get kid’s uniforms ready to wear that morning. Turn on the computer to check emails and see what I have planned for today.
While I do this Mr 5 comes up to me and says “mum I don’t feel well my head hurts”
I groan to myself, I check his forehead head mmmm a little hot. I get the thermometer and take his temperature, yes up slightly, but at least not to bad, ask him if his ears hurt as Mr 5 is prone to ear infections” No they are fine” I am told. Then I tell him that he has a couple of choices, he can go to school or he can stay home and stay in bed till the headache goes, and some Panadol. He opts to say home. So I tell him to go get his slippers and dressing gown because we still have to take his sister to school.
Well Miss 9 hears this, and then that when the mood of the day gets worse. She puts on a turn, huffs and grunts around the house, refuses to get dressed, tells me I am not being fair making her go to school and not him. I tell her that when she is sick and he isn’t he will go to school and you will stay home, but you are not sick and you are going to go to school.
I start to pack her bag for school, and she refuses to get dresses. I tell her that her sitting on the stairs, arms crossed, lip dropped till it is hitting the floor, and an attitude that could sink the “titanic” isn’t going to help. Ohhh and if you keep frowning like that you are going to get wrinkles. To be told in no uncertain terms that she is not going to school and that is that.
To which I reply you will be going to school if I have to take you in your pj’s and stay like that all day. (Which I have done in the past, so she knows I am not bluffing).
At this point Mr 5 comes up to me and says don’t worry mum I will go to school so she does and precedes to get dressed.
After he is done and was are still waiting on Miss 9 to get dress he comes up to me and says
“Mum San (his nick name for her), isn’t being nice, I think she took her nasty pills this morning”
Ohhh how hard I tried not to laugh, but I certainly smile. I give him a big hug, give him some Panadol and we head out the door, with one brave soldier, and one nasty sister who took her nasty pills.
I sometimes wonder how old my little man is, because sometimes he says things that only an adult would say or think.
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