The ebbing and flowing of the moods and atmosphere within the home of the school holidays … ah, it does make for interesting times.
It’s not that my kids squabble and argue any more with each other than when it’s not school holidays, just they’re around more so it seems like it’s more.
They have their moments of being awesome and other moments when they are, quite frankly, right little fuckers.
Sometimes, when they have exhausted all other “boring” activities (none of which are actually boring) they like to see how much they can annoy me and how long it takes for me to lose it.
I think they also take bets on what it is I’m going to do, say or throw.
In the kitchen this evening, with Monkey Boy and Chippie, the eldest and the youngest, Monkey Boy was basically having trouble controlling his mouth. Not only would he not shut up, but he added the benefits of being extraordinarily rude and talking absolute gibberish and shit at the same time.
“Oh, FUUUUUUUUU…..” I started.
“Cheeses Christ!” yelled Chippie, interrupting my tirade before I even had the opportunity to properly start.
“Yes?” answers Monkey Boy. “And, actually, it’s Jesus, not Cheeses.”
Never let it be said that he lacks delusions of grandeur.
“Cheeses Christ,” Chippie yells again, clearly annoyed at Monkey Boy and his latest interruption.
“It’s what you say,” he says, turning to me. “When someone is annoying you, you tell them ‘Cheeses Christ’ and then they stop.”
That’s good to know.
I may use that next time I’m up the street and someone annoys me. No, really, I’m now intrigued to see how well it works.
If you do try it, you’ll let me know how it goes, right?