The weather yesterday was pretty miz. The kids did arts and crafts in the morning, I say arts and crafts what I mean is Miss Sassy chucked glitter round the dining room and Wee Man stamped Play-Doh into the carpet. To prevent further redecoration of our house and to save my sanity I decided we had to get out of the house. So we headed in to town for a shoppette.
Now, here’s the thing Wee Man had been wearing a pirate outfit all weekend. This pirate outfit has a top which has foam padding in the shape of pecs, it make Wee Man look like he’s stacked, it’s a bit odd to be honest, but he loves it. Anyway, he outright refused to take it off, there was no amount of bribery that was going to get that damn outfit off him. Don’t worry though as we left the house I was told by Miss Sassy that he’s a pirate mama, and pirates wear a uniform, just like Daddy. So, if Daddy can leave the house in uniform so can my brother, Ok mama? Well, OK then that was me told!
Braai Boy was in desperate need of a suit, a shiny new suit to wear to work when he wasn’t in uniform. Whilst Braai Boy looked for a suit I had Miss Sassy teaching a headless mannequin how to do the Cha Cha Cha daaaaarling, she is obsessed with Strictly and has started to impersonate Craig Revel-Horwood, give me strength. As she was dancing with the mannequin singing the Strictly theme tune at the top of her voice, Wee Man was protesting at being strapped into his buggy LET ME OUT! LET ME OUT! I WANT TO WALK NOOOOOOOW! Erm, no son you can stay right where I can see you, not touching anything, not pulling anything just sitting shouting that will be just fine. Needless to say we were that annoying noisy family in the store.
Before we were kicked out of the store I decided we’d better leave. Braai Boy stayed to find his perfect post deployment suit and I headed to the M&S Food Hall with the kids. There was me marching through the Food Hall pushing the buggy with Wee Man protesting at his incarceration and Miss Sassy doing her best Oti impression. All we needed to get was a potato for the Roast. I know I know, who was I kidding? Its M&S for goodness sake, I never stick to my shopping list in M&S, I end up with all the yumminess I can carry. I say carry because I never get a shopping basket or a trolley that would be far too dangerous.
Wee man was trying to escape his buggy, so as I wrestled him back in I sent Miss Sassy off to get the biggest potato she could find. She came back and proudly showed me a potato with 2 stickers , it must be special mama it has 2 stickers. It’s all about the stickers in our house at the moment. With Wee Man potty training he gets stickers as a reward. To be honest it doesn’t matter what the sticker is of as long as he gets it. So a potato with 2 stickers on is the best thing in the whole wide world for Wee Man.
The potato was now the most wanted prize for the kids. Miss Sassy kept waving it just out of Wee Mans reach, then putting it on his lap and grabbing it just before he could get it, then she started donking him on the head with it. I got down on one knee and quietly tried to resolve the situation my reward was being hit on the head by the prize potato. Oh My days, give me strength! Its a bloody potato, its not like they could eat it. I had to find a distraction.
So with my 2 lovely kids shouting at each other about the prize potato I stomped off down the aisle. Miss Sassy then requested everything she saw; Can we have prawns? Can we have some ham? Can we have that stuff there? Can we have a sweet? Can we have that? Can we have a pudding? No, no, no, no, no, YES! Yes you can have a pudding, give the potato to your brother, and you hold this. I placed a delicious looking cherry pie in her hands and told her under no circumstances could it be damaged (or used to hit Wee Man) as this was our pudding after our roast.
And that was that, our Sunday afternoons entertainment. You will be pleased to hear that Braai Boy did indeed get a lovely new suit, which he is wearing today and that our cherry pie got home pretty much intact. I’m now off to boil up the roast chicken bones to make stock for some homemade soup just like my Nanna used to make it.
Note: I would have written this yesterday but Wee Man has the cold and needed a bit of TLC last night.