Thank goodness that’s over!

As much as I am totally in love with the festive season I can’t tell you what a relief I feel that it is over. Isn’t that terrible? By the end of the year I was ready to put my tree back up in the loft and fill my vases full of pretty flowers again. I wanted to see a floor that wasn’t covered in pine and walls that didn’t hang Christmas cards at an angle.

I don’t know about anyone else but this was the first time I felt like I didn’t have control with my children and all routines that were securely in place went out of the window. December was filled with bellies full of laughter and cheese, houses maxed out with people for games and nibbles and the streets crammed with people trying to find that bargain. Even though it was heart warming it was equally exhausting, and I found myself becoming slightly irritated by nothing and stroppy over the fact there was no eggs in the fridge for breakfast. So up it all went and happy Sev slowly crept back.

I have often been criticised by some for being strict with my routine, and over the festive season there were comments such as “I don’t understand why you can’t just put them to sleep here in the pram.” Or ” Just leave them another hour they will be fine!” They were not fine, in fact my children were far from fine. They became overwhelmed with the amount of people we saw, drained by the late nights and hyped by all the Disney films that were on loop throughout the day because it was “Christmas”. Don’t misunderstand me it wasn’t all bad, it was just everyone kept asking me why Ali was full of tantrums and if AlizĂ© was going through the terrible two’s. Perhaps they are, but today proved to me they weren’t.

When coming down the stairs for their morning milk the house was how they remembered it a month ago. A thousand lights were not twinkling in their eyes from morning to-night, their toy corner had been restored, Mr (annoying) Tumble had embraced their screen again and they were eating weetabix for breakfast instead of a chocolate calendar.

If my Mum has drummed one thing into my head it is the word Routine, and everyday when I was ready to pull my hair out she would subtly ask me what time they went to bed the night before or what E numbers they had before bed. Of course in my natural daughter way I would mumble under my breath and lie with “7pm mum”, “No I didn’t have 14 people here last night!” “No we didn’t buy PJs from Westfield and get them ready for bed in their toilets!” Why are they always right? Yes Mum you’re right and I have admitted it to the world. We are human though and we want to socialise after 6.30pm and perhaps try to have a real conversation with people who are over the age of 3. However, when everything becomes too much and you start to question if you’re a good parent, you realise that the word routine has been missing from your life and it needs to be restored.

Four weeks of children who I can only describe as nuts has been enough thank you very much, I am pleased to say that sergeant major mother is back and both brats will be bathed and in bed by 6.55pm tonight! The only thing left from the festive season that is still in my house is the endless amounts of cheese, that I must eat as it will be rude to the cows if I don’t…and well we don’t want to offend them now do we!

Parents listen to your parents, you know they’re always right (well, some of the time!)

Happy New Year to you all and may you enjoy the month of January whatever you’re doing (i.e Gym, dieting, detoxing and generally being nil by mouth!)

Peace, Love and Laughter

Sev x

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