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girlofpreyI'm back from holiday.
Well. It was about as awful and about as sweet as I was expecting. Apart from anything else, when I went down on Wednesday my throat was a bit achy, which I assumed had to do with the paint fumes from the decorator that was in. It turned out I actually had the onset of a cold. An awful cold - not just a bit of a cough, a full "the skin has been stripped from my throat, my nose is full and I cannot breathe" cold. And then my nephews started coughing a bit, so I probably gave it to them. So yeah. There wasn't a lot of sleeping, and it didn't make it very fun.
But besides that, this will henceforth be known as the holiday where I lost it completely with the kids. From screaming at my ON to shut up, to grabbing my MN and accidentally shoving him to the carpet to keep him from messing with a TV until he broke it. My YN was the only one who really escaped, and that's basically because he's too small and young to know what he's do - or to talk back when you're trying to tell him off - and all he really did was follow my MN copying whatever he did, and gawk at the other two when they were playing up and we were yelling at them. But yeah. I ended up just not speaking to my ON for the last two days, because - he just can't be talked to. It's lovely when you approve of him, or he's acting the clown and you're paying attention to him. But as soon as he did anything wrong he was just arguing with me, talking back, telling me I didn't understand what had happened, telling me I was wrong, telling me that the thing I SAW WITH MY OWN TWO EYES didn't happen, telling me I shouldn't be punishing him, telling me he wasn't going to do what I'd told him to as a punishment because he hadn't done anything wrong, telling me to shut up, talking over me, singing over me, talking over me when I tried to talk to mum or dad about what happened, and finally telling me to shut up, I wasn't the boss so I couldn't decide what was happening, to stop talking to him, and then putting a hand up so he couldn't see my face and telling me he wished I'd die. So. Ended up deciding we weren't friends anymore. At which point he started trying to tell me jokes and show me what he'd won at the club that day and draw me into conversation. Fuck that kid.
Also they all had nits. Also my YN had only one pair of shoes he was willing to wear, and there was HELL TO PAY if you tried to make him wear anything else. Like say sandals for the beach. Also my MN was either lovely or violent and unmanageable.
But some of it was lovely. My YN is really sweet, and I know it's cheap to just be impressed by the youngest, most adorable one, but ohhhh. Today he was telling me a bit of a story about how he came from his mummy's belly, but she didn't swallow him. And then when he saw me going to get the train, because there was no room for me to get in the car with the rest of them, he asked if I was walking home. And my MN had his moments, and my ON seemed to really like the club, which was nice, even if I couldn't really get enthusiastic about anything he loved. It was just...very stressful, and I probably wouldn't do it again. Although we did go paddling in the sea. That was lovely.
My parents broke down, by the way, on their way home. It's a little bit mean, but I kind of like the fact I massively beat them home despite being relegated to the train. Hahaha. There was nothing serious, a light started flashing on the dashboard and my dad had to pull into a layby and let the kids play in muck for a few hours while they waited for an RAC man to arrive. They ended up getting home at about 7-ish, instead of 5-ish. Bit of a shame as a way to end their holiday, but the kids didn't seem to mind it too much.
Well. It was about as awful and about as sweet as I was expecting. Apart from anything else, when I went down on Wednesday my throat was a bit achy, which I assumed had to do with the paint fumes from the decorator that was in. It turned out I actually had the onset of a cold. An awful cold - not just a bit of a cough, a full "the skin has been stripped from my throat, my nose is full and I cannot breathe" cold. And then my nephews started coughing a bit, so I probably gave it to them. So yeah. There wasn't a lot of sleeping, and it didn't make it very fun.
But besides that, this will henceforth be known as the holiday where I lost it completely with the kids. From screaming at my ON to shut up, to grabbing my MN and accidentally shoving him to the carpet to keep him from messing with a TV until he broke it. My YN was the only one who really escaped, and that's basically because he's too small and young to know what he's do - or to talk back when you're trying to tell him off - and all he really did was follow my MN copying whatever he did, and gawk at the other two when they were playing up and we were yelling at them. But yeah. I ended up just not speaking to my ON for the last two days, because - he just can't be talked to. It's lovely when you approve of him, or he's acting the clown and you're paying attention to him. But as soon as he did anything wrong he was just arguing with me, talking back, telling me I didn't understand what had happened, telling me I was wrong, telling me that the thing I SAW WITH MY OWN TWO EYES didn't happen, telling me I shouldn't be punishing him, telling me he wasn't going to do what I'd told him to as a punishment because he hadn't done anything wrong, telling me to shut up, talking over me, singing over me, talking over me when I tried to talk to mum or dad about what happened, and finally telling me to shut up, I wasn't the boss so I couldn't decide what was happening, to stop talking to him, and then putting a hand up so he couldn't see my face and telling me he wished I'd die. So. Ended up deciding we weren't friends anymore. At which point he started trying to tell me jokes and show me what he'd won at the club that day and draw me into conversation. Fuck that kid.
Also they all had nits. Also my YN had only one pair of shoes he was willing to wear, and there was HELL TO PAY if you tried to make him wear anything else. Like say sandals for the beach. Also my MN was either lovely or violent and unmanageable.
But some of it was lovely. My YN is really sweet, and I know it's cheap to just be impressed by the youngest, most adorable one, but ohhhh. Today he was telling me a bit of a story about how he came from his mummy's belly, but she didn't swallow him. And then when he saw me going to get the train, because there was no room for me to get in the car with the rest of them, he asked if I was walking home. And my MN had his moments, and my ON seemed to really like the club, which was nice, even if I couldn't really get enthusiastic about anything he loved. It was just...very stressful, and I probably wouldn't do it again. Although we did go paddling in the sea. That was lovely.
My parents broke down, by the way, on their way home. It's a little bit mean, but I kind of like the fact I massively beat them home despite being relegated to the train. Hahaha. There was nothing serious, a light started flashing on the dashboard and my dad had to pull into a layby and let the kids play in muck for a few hours while they waited for an RAC man to arrive. They ended up getting home at about 7-ish, instead of 5-ish. Bit of a shame as a way to end their holiday, but the kids didn't seem to mind it too much.
