Got sidetracked writing that last post - can't remember where it was going now, but the car's fixed - Renault Blackburn tried to get me to agree to work that (in my opinion) wasn't necessary, then signed me up for Renault junk mail when I didn't agree to the work (or at least that's what it feels like!)
Half-Term holidays - not done much - Booked Driving Test for Big Son - in Summer Hols. Small son lost his penultimate baby tooth - hubby conveniently arranged to be absent for most of the holiday, and went to bed early on the nights he was here - leaving me to fight with Big Son's showering traumas.
Actually, I'm a supermum - On Tuesday we went to the Dentist, the boys got their hair cut, and then they both had a shower (to wash the itchy bits of hair away) and all before 5pm, and no-one got hurt! (There was a McBribe involved though!)
Got some nice new Twitter friends, and unfollowed some Tweeters who're mainly business oriented, and not the sort of businesses that I have interest in.
And I was asked this week, "Why the rose?" so I explained. I was born in Lancashire. I think the look of this rose is so perfect that it inspires hope in life, and in all my 40 years, no-one's ever bought me any, so it doesn't represent anyone. (I've been bought plastic ones - in my late teens, I once commented to future hubby that I thought it was a shame that flowers died so quickly, and made them poor value for money - which translated to future hubby as "Never buy her flowers, not ever, not even on anniversaries or Valentine's Day - not EVER! - and he's stuck to it - I once said that I like Spag Bol, and was served it twice a week for ever-more! - anyway...)
As I type this, there's an ongoing battle that Big Son should be having a shower - after 48hrs he smells bad - really bad - the stench of a teenage male who sleeps in his clothes (all of them, trousers, undies, t-shirt and sometimes sweater!) and that makes for a VERY pongy boy. So I've just removed his wi-fi access so he can no longer play his online game until he's showered. In a couple of minutes he'll realise that it wasn't a temporary drop of service and he'll begin yelling - I've been reminding him for the past 90minutes that it's shower night.
Small son was in trouble this evening too - he ignored daddy when he was called to come for tea. Not just ignored once - ignored repeatedly, for the entire length of time it took the rest of us to eat! So he was barred from his computer for the rest of the evening - so we all watched Fury Vengeance - and it was dire - really really rubbish - infantile - which means the kids loved it!
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Now 2 hours, and I'm sending Big Son messages to his iPhone using me.com/find because the message and sounds get through even when the phone's switched off - "Shower, now, PLEASE" etc - every couple of minutes. And I'm on the brink of tears - I don't know if I can do this every other day for the rest of my life, but what's the alternative? Put him somewhere and have him bullied like the young adults in the Panorama episode this week? - I don't think so!
I'm actually allowing Big Son to watch the programme right now - I've been thinking about it since it was on, and I've decided that if he's aware what sort of things shouldn't happen, EVER, then he knows that if he ever sees anything like that, he knows it's wrong and has to be stopped. But I'm also worried that it'll make him terrified of ever going in to any sort of care, whether short or long-term....
Suppose that puts the "Shower Fight" on hold for an hour!
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