Husband has been away for the last few days and will be gone for several more, sorting out rather grim affairs in Germany where his very elderly father needs care and attention and somehow nobody closer than his youngest son, some 6000 miles away, can be found to deal with the details.
I have been at home with the children who are in good spirits for the most part, but they are taking full advantage of having only one parent around to keep them in check.
Every time I turn my back they are climbing up on chairs to try and reach the sweetie tin or jumping on the beds after lights out or Five is whispering to Two to sweep the remains of his supper on to the floor when he has only eaten half, then calling to me
“Uh oh! Todzilla’s been naughty again! You shouldn’t let him have dessert!”
I tell her, as I often do, that I know what she has been doing because I have eyes at the back of my head.
And you know what? It’s true! I do. I really do. Sort of.
They don’t look like his, though.
(If you can’t see the picture, click on the title of this post – you don’t want to miss it, honest)
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I had to laugh.
My mother used to say that.
I laugh because my brother says something similar to his eldest (three and a half)
No change there then :0)
Eeek!
I keep telling people – in frazzled, desperate tones, with more of the whites of my eyes visible than really suits me – that I need eyes up my bum.
Would hate to see that fella’s take on that.
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My son has a pair of spy glasses, which have little mirrors on the sides, so he too can see behind him. I told him that it’s just like being a mother, but we manage it without the glasses.
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I tell mine I am psychic. I can sense when something is wrong or something bad is about to happen.
I went to Sicily for a week one year and Prague another year and my husband had the children fully regimented by the time I got back. No laundry was done, but I wont complain.
One summer my husband had to fly off to UK for his grandmothers funeral on a moments notice and I had the three kids, a new job, and no car/driver. That was the one week my paycheck got messed up and not deposited. We may have had some interesting meals and late nights, but we survived.
I did used to tell my oldest that I was going to sell him to the gypsies until one day he announced that it was okay, the gypsies had ice cream. He has been defying me ever since.
That picture … ‘why would anyone do that?’ the 7 year old asked over my shoulder. Yes, the chairs, the climbing – I just tell ours (7 & 3) mothers know everything (when else do we get a shot at omnipotence?) No idea how long it will last!
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Very good piccie. I’m always telling my the kids in my class I have the “eyes”. I also tell them I know everything and which, of course, is practically true ;). I’ve found that a long meaningful stare and an “I KNOW when you’re telling the truth now” goes a long way. Unfortunately it doesn’t work on my own (mainly because I find it hard to keep a straight face – I’m no actress that’s for sure!)
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That’s a photo of your husband isn’t it? You can’t fool us…
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