This weekend we had FOUR little ones for a sleepover. They are great fun, but I had to put an end to fun when I heard
"Let's drag the matress onto the floor".
I peeked through the door there were two of the little darlings on the top bunk trying to haul the matress on the two rascals on the floor. A step too far!
"What are you doing?"
"Well stop doing nothing".
All this at the top of my voice. OG wandered in to investigate and told me off.
"They're only playing"
"Playing! They are a tribe of vandels!
"OK, calm down, you just go and have a cup of coffee, I'll sort them out".
Are these the two most irritating phrases in the English language or what? Being told to calm down really sends me into hyperspace and the thought of OG "sorting them out" makes me hyperventilate.
Our "French" family come home this week. Their plans relied on selling their house here, not good timing in todays economic climate and now they have to return and regroup. I would like a £ for everytime OG and I had to do this. Every downturn led to more challenges and heartaches to overcome. There is no glory in struggle. But in hindsight it has all been fun, we have had great times both together and as a family and many, many more to come. The upside for me is to have them back again albeit for a short while until the house does sell.
And finally ......... when Madonna first moved to England she said she wanted to feel more English. She is now an unmarried, single mother with three children from different fathers, one of them black. Job done!