a.m. Sent kids into garden to look for Easter eggs. Yes, I know the Easter Bunny doesn’t come till Sunday – but they’re so excited that they have forgotten that. Unfortunately only a small garden, but worth it for 5 mins peace.
Sock fight ended in tears.
(why does no one believe Mummy’s when they say it’ll end in tears?? Huh?)
And, hanging the vacuum cleaner cord over the door handles is dangerous. Extremely dangerous!
“Why, Mummy?” Coz if you bloody do it again, you’ll get a smack on the bum!!! Well, Duh!
p.m. Have people coming for dinner, Monkey Boy being a right little sh!t!! Only way to descibe it. So pulled out the big guns …
“Keep behaving like that & I’ll be ringing the Easter Bunny!”
“You don’t know his phone number.”
“I’m a Mummy. I have his number. I also have Santa’s phone number. All Mummies have them!!”
“Well, anyway, I don’t care. The Easter Bunny isn’t coming to me anyway.” (Well, duh, not with that behaviour!) “The Easter Bilby is, and you haven’t got his phone number.”
“I’m a Mummy!!! Remember? I have all the phone numbers – now pass me the phone!”
(Best behaviour all night – Mummy 1, Kid 0)