I’m all for putting some fun into daily life, making stuff into a game, like Mary Poppins and her spoonful of sugary crap. Though doesn’t she know her spoonful of sugar is rewarding kids with food, contributing to childhood obesity rates, giving them diabetes and rotting their teeth?! Seriously woman, read the newspapers!
Anyway, I digress. I turn stuff into a bit of a game sometimes, if you’ve never played fridge Tetris with your Christmas food shop, you don’t know what you’re missing! One game I’m not so keen on is school run dodgems. If you’ve done some of these then you’ve played it too
Life with children can be a monotonous slog. When they’re babies there’s the day in, day out round of nappy changes, snotty noses, playgroups and poo, lots of poo. As they get older, children then have an endless list of homework, after school clubs, weekend activities and hobbies that they want and need their parents to take part in. A never-ending list of things to be done, jobs parents need to do, and all round hard work. It’s not easy being a parent.
Now don’t get me wrong, I love my kids and wouldn’t change anything for the world. Though go on, admit it, you find playgroups and crafts a bit boring too. We do all this stuff because we love them, because we care for their development and, whilst some of it is fun for all, through some of it we can find ourselves bored to tears. Sometimes we need to work out how to put the focus on fun.
Being a parent is hard work and I’m sure many of us have come across the list of jobs parents do. You know the list? The one where it says a parent is a cleaner, nurse, translator, taxi driver, party planner, personal shopper, negotiator, photographer, cook, travel agent, stylist, secretary, teacher, conflict resolution expert and more. On call, 24 hours a day, with no retirement and the only payment is cuddles and possibly big, smooshy kisses from a toddler with biscuit round their mouth.
The lurgy, the dreaded lurgy.
You know when your throat feels like you’ve swallowed a cactus and your ears feel like they’re stuffed with cotton wool? You know when your head feels like someone’s hit it with a hammer, repeatedly, and when you lay down it actually feels worse?
Except, you don’t get to lay down. There’s these little noisy people, they call themselves your children, except your not even sure your alive enough to have had any.
You decide to humour them, drag yourself from your death bed and find out what they want.