Brother in Law

Week one of the summer hols and I have managed to be fantastic Yummy Mummy - Daily outing’s to the park, friends over for tea and becoming the board game queen, there have been no end to my talents…but, and there is a big BUT there is only so much sticking and gluing any person can take, I had not realised that I would actually be calling for the school run to recommence so soon but little people are totally underestimated in their knackering abilities.
Just as I was beginning to show signs of serious summer holiday fatigue wonderful brother-in-law and co (currently considering sproggs) step in and offer to remove two eldest for a Friday night, promising to return my angels the following evening. What a result.
I offer them words of warning taking on the squabbling pair, but they convince me that all will be well and mucho fun. Ha Okay then. I wish them luck and settle down to no speaking child zone.
By Saturday evening I feel ready to face their cherry cheeks again, a schedule of activities prepared for following week. Arriving with noise and excitement, I gather that the escapade has been joyous for my terrible two both beaming ear to ear proclaiming that I was not missed at all, … a few moments later in stroll brother-in-law and co. By their pale complexion I can tell that they now reconsider any future plans of visiting the cabbage patch themselves. After a quick cuppa and passing the time I can see them edging towards the door, I have to suppress a giggle when they diplomatically explain how surprisingly demanding two children are. After receiving much praise for handling two plus infant I suggest they go and get a rest, not before reminding them to be back same time next week. Not wanting to hurt my feeling’s they slowly agree.
Walking to the door I thank them again and assure them that it is only a joke, once a month is sufficient. Relief and nervous laughter erupts.. “Thank god for that” they chorus , oh well worth a try methinks
Guess it will have to be more gluing, let’s hope my patience last’s the next yoghurt carton stuck to the telly!