In which the biggest bear discovers irony

Hello!

I was going to do a post full of photos of what we have been up to, but the pics are all horrible- no decent light due to constant snow. I'll do a photo heavy post at another date- lots of stuff has been made...

Yesterday school closed early, and today it did not even open, so I have a house full of bored bears. In the last 24 hours we have:

*made brandy butter (Miss T really enjoyed that)
*stuck gold and silver stars all over the house
*made spangly bunting
*made Christmas booklets (FHB, with an illicit stapler)
*made some sort of Christmas dangling thing (Mouse, with illicit glue)
*made snowflakes
*made paper chain angels
*finished the body of one cardi, the back of another and almost all of another (have now had to give up because I cannot see. Truly, energy saving saving lightbulbs are not great for crochet)
*finished an embroidery
*drawn all over an armchair (Mouse, with an illicit purple pen. She then enjoyed a hour in her room)
*made soup
*made Toot's Bucket and Chuck it cake
*done some Christmas present cooking
*done some secret Santa crafting
*had a snowball fight
*covered the living room in shells
*done seven loads of laundry
*chopped up some T-shirts to add to my rug
*watched 4 films.

I hope school is open tomorrow!

Meanwhile, FHB seems to be having anger management issues once more. I think he is tired and cold and needs to sleep for a week- but he won't. Instead he waits until the most inopportune moment, makes an outrageous demand then harrumphs when he is refused:

FHB: Can I play DS?

Me: No it's bed time.

FHB (on the verge of tears): Well thanks, you're the best Mummy ever. Humph! (Stomps off).

Or:

FHB: Can I go in the garden?

Me: No, it's five minutes until tea time. You should have gone earlier with everyone else. It's too cold now.

FHB (on the verge of tears): Well you're just the greatest Mummy. Thanks. (Strops off and slams door).

Or (my favourite):

FHB: Can I read The Beano?

W: No, it's bedtime.

FHB (on the verge of tears [see the pattern here?]): Well aren't you just the best Daddy ever? Thank you sooooo much. Cos I really wanted to go to bed now. (Slams door).

W's face was a complete picture and I shall cherish it. Sometimes, when you are having just the most frustrating time with your children, the funniest moments happen!

x

Update:: We have also:

*had one baby/door interface (resulting in one very tiny swollen wonky nose and a split lip, plus a disproportionate blood spatter)
*one Mouse refusing to eat her dinner (resulting in me being the most hated person in the house and Mouse having a very early bed time. Not her best day)
*one 'let's raucously flood the bathroom and spray water everywhere while Mummy is with the baby' incident (resulting in two small boys having a very early bedtime and me being the triple most hated person in the house)
*one quiet cry in the kitchen while everyone upstairs told each other how much they hated Mummy
*one tired, miserable parent collapsing on the sofa waiting for her husband to get home so that she won't feel guilty about having (quite a large) glass of wine (or two).

And there's no school tomorrow. Boo.