Mother's Day today - or if you are a wanky old bastard (ie the BBC) Mothering Sunday. I don't give a hoot about the history of the day or what it is really about, if I don't get my Mum a card and make sure the kids do something for Toni, I will have failed in my son/dad duties.
Luckily I got a good night's sleep and was feeling chipper. The kids were up at about 6.00 and managed to drag Toni out of bed before me - ha! No breakfast in bed for you today.
Sunday morning Isis goes to gym and I usually take Eve and Olias to buy a milky bar and a paper - but it is bloody freezing. Winter has come back and it's worse than ever. Eve, being somewhat averse to going out in the cold, managed to convince me to stay in and play tents instead.
After lunch (a really tasty king prawn fried rice dish, rustled up in a hurry using some left over cajun rice) we all went to the Pottery Corner in Chorlton to make a hand print plate and to blow a month's fun budget in ten minutes. After this, I played with the kids for a bit. Then it was time to cook dinner. Olias was a bit gripey and I had to carry him while I did most of this, also Isis and Eve were making a small tent in the kitchen out of assorted furniture, providing a dangerous obstacle, while I carried around boiling hot fat and bubbling pans - and the baby.
Possibly not recommended by social services, but I get the job done.
After dinner I took Olias upstairs for a bath and the two other children followed. Joy, unalloyed joy.
Mother's day: It's traditional for men to help out a bit with the kids, maybe cook dinner and give the ladies a rest from their hard labours.
Draw your own conclusions.
Today's video. Somebody sent Toni this on Facebook. It's not the original by Anita Renfroe, but this lady has a better
voice for this sort of thing.
There have been some problems with my Dad lately as well. I had to call an ambulance to take him to hospital yesterday. He lives in Swansea, some 200 miles from me. Apparently he collapsed in an opticians and they sent him home in a cab. When I found out, I called to see if he was ok and he collapsed again. He was taken into hospital overnight. When they took him home the next day, the ambulance drove off, leaving him outside his house, but his door was jammed. He phoned me to let me know he was standing in the freezing cold and was really scared. I phoned the police who went to help, then needed to get a locksmith to get him back into his house.
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