Wet winter weekends in lockdown offer the ideal opportunity to lounge around in pjs, watch trash TV and gorge on chocolate biscuits.
Unless you have kids.
That’s when the forecast of rain fills you with dread as you wonder how you’ll pass the time indoors without killing each other. The dream of having wholesome family fun playing board games or cards together is shattered by the reality of Lebu charging in and swiping the dice or grabbing all the cards. No chance of me snuggling on the sofa because the kids are too busy jumping on it, whether I’m already on it or not.
Here’s how a typical soggy Saturday goes in our household:
After breakfast, Hubby goes to Sainsburys for two hours to do the weekly shop. He takes his noise cancelling headphones and listens to podcasts while swanning around in child-carefree bliss. I stay at home because I am banned from food shopping due to my compulsive spending habits, extensive time browsing and total inability to save money. The kids build a den out of the sofa, happily propping up the seat cushions to use as slides and smother each other with cushions. Hubby usually panics over the potential for serious injury from a stray leg flying into someone’s face. Meh. It’s all character building.
Lebu decides it’s more fun if there’s props so he pulls apart his toy kitchen to get to the plastic posts holding it together. Mishty grabs one and brandishes it around like a pirate while Lebu takes the more domestic route and pretends it’s a handheld hoover. The carpet is no longer visible, hidden under cushions, books, toy food and kitchen debris.
After a while, I decide they need to get dressed and they dutifully stampede upstairs. They launch themselves on my bed, bringing in every teddy and pillow they can find to hide under the duvet. The doorbell rings and it’s my latest online shopping delivery – excitedly I rip open the bag and start to try on the new clothes. The kids take this as their cue to copy me and both take their trousers off. Lebu is trying to pull his nappy off too while dangerously positioning himself over my spot in the bed. I haven’t had my coffee yet and my nerves are jangling. I decide they need some fresh air and spot a break in the rain for us to walk to the coffee shop.
It takes a ridiculously long time to get their trousers back on and for us all to be ready. While I’m locking up Lebu runs off down the road, leaving me to sprint after him while pushing his buggy with only his teddy bear inside it. It is now starting to drizzle and no one is listening to my pleas to keep their hoods on. By the time we arrive at the coffee shop, I feel like I’ve run a marathon. Mishty finds a fiver in his coat pocket and offers to buy me a coffee as long as he gets a hot chocolate in return, which seems fair. The rain is falling harder and I manage to get Lebu back in the buggy. I have lost my handy buggy cup-holder and find holding the cup while pushing slow going. Mishty keeps stopping to drink and then running to catch up, spilling his everywhere.
Once home, I sip my coffee and switch the telly on. I want to watch the food channel as a) I love looking at food and b) I hope it might make Lebu eat something other than just bread. Lebu finds the TV remote and hands it to me, saying “baby”. I give in and flick it onto the Disney channel to find a family film we can all watch. As we settle in, Lebu goes up to the screen and starts crying, “BAAAAAAABBBYYYYYYYY!” I sigh and put a little animation on of a baby. Mishty is bored at this and decides to wind Lebu up by sitting on his now too small chair that has been passed down to Lebu. This is guaranteed to make him go ape shit. Mishty doesn’t budge and Lebu is trying to scratch his eyes out. I want to scratch my own eyes out and it’s not even midday.
Eventually Hubby comes back and we have an early lunch. Afterwards, the kids play Lego. Mishty is focused on building an intricate model car with missiles and propellors while Lebu happily fills his teapot with little pieces. He has found a spoon and is now using this to spread Lego all across the floor. He picks up a little Lego man and inexplicably says, “Daddy!” I nod encouragingly at the obscure resemblance to the short, yellow, stubbled man. All is going well until I hear the frustrated cries from Lebu as he rips off the roof of a little car and then can’t put it back on again. Then I hear Mishty yell, “HEEEEEYYYYYY, GIVE IT BACK!” as Lebu find one of his models, almost breaks it, and then gets very upset when Mishty snatches it from him. Now he is screaming “MY, MY, MYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY” and the noise levels are deafening. I give Lebu something else to play with, he hurls it across the room in disgust.
Naps (sadly not for me), dancing around the living room to 80s classics (mainly me) and playing video games (mainly Hubby) eek out the rest of the day. After dinner, the mood is not a happy one. Mishty is sulking for being told off for being rude and Hubby is cross with him. As I clear up, Lebu finds a stash of glow sticks and I decide to get creative. I tape a skeleton outline on to both of them, switch off the light and video them as they dance about. I have to keep stopping as the sticks keep falling off because the tape is crap. This kills about 15 minutes and everyone is happy again.
It is now bedtime. I pack off Mishty who takes an age to get into bed because he is so excited and just wants to make shapes out of the glowsticks. Lebu soons follows and by 9pm I can finally snuggle on the sofa in my pjs, watch Bake Off on catch up and eat my biscuit.
The end.
[Repeat all over again for soggy Sunday.]