The pitfalls of the lazy afternoon

It has been a big week for all of us, afterschool playdays and birthday parties, late nights, forgetting stuff, dealing with the debilitating guilt that comes with desperatelywanting your kid in childcare so you don’t go completely mental, followed by the subsequent guilt of actually securing a daycare spot for him and contemplating actually using it.

Oh, and the total inadequacy of my current status of mind and memory, the intent to purchase new apparatus to replace that part of mind, and inability to conduct said purchase due to lack of availability of mind replacing gadget at that point in time. Come back next week.

Needless to say, I was totally exhausted, physically and mentally. Therefore, the rest of the family were. Because I said so.

I made them choose a DVD to watch (Star Wars) so they could sit quietly and recuperate, and I could do the same with a good Marian Keyes novel, as I’m wont to do.

That done, a small nap partaken of and we can go about the evening routine in some kind of rested normality.

Sadly, the lack of supervision of this afternoons DVD watching has caused some dire consequences.

Chippie, the youngest at nearly, but not quite 18 months old, has self-taught himself to hum the theme to Star Wars, which he continues to do all evening, and driving me nuts.

Of course, at any point he stops with the humming, for even seconds, his edlest sibling starts it up on his behalf and encourages him to participate.

I really was hoping I’d have at least one normal child.