I took my two little peeps on a road trip today. I was pretty proud of the fact I said we were
going to leave at 9.30am and we actually did!
Wouldn’t happen on a school day, holidays are the tits!
Letting your eldest sit in the front however, opens you up to being critiqued by a minor;
Why are you going around that car / Shouldn’t you have indicated then / I don’t think you’re supposed to do that
Letting your eldest sit in the front however, opens you up to being critiqued by a minor;
Why are you going around that car / Shouldn’t you have indicated then / I don’t think you’re supposed to do that
I pulled out a Dad line:
“When you get your license you can make comment as much as
you like, until then zip your lip sonny”
He countered with an irritatingly teenagery line:
“Yeah well, when I get my license I think I’ll drive better
than this.”
Touche.
I only braked sharply on purpose a couple of times, the
hopes of only giving him a minor case of whiplash.But instead I got more lip;
“gee Mum, are you sure you’re right to drive, ooh ow, you
did it again.”
Completely baseless criticisms aside, I discovered it’s really
awesome to sing super loudly all together to the same song!
We worked our way through Charlie’s playlist on his
iPod. Disturbingly I somehow know all
the words to Beauty and the Beat – and not just the Justin part (which I am
freaking pitch perfect at, everyone agreed), but I can Nicki Minaj it up with
any 5 year old that may care to take me on.
“Beauty from the streets, we don’t get deceased every time a
beauty on the beats….” Boom, take that Beliebers! (oooohhhhhh body rock…… let me feel your body
rock…)
I had forgotten that I had (thankfully) interspersed some of
my music onto Charlie’s play list, it was magic to my ears when some Beastie
Boys piped up. What was not magic to my
ears was listening to them bickering about what the ‘sound’ was in the middle
of Shake your Rump
“It’s someone doing a wee’
“No it’s someone filling a bottle with oil”
“Nah it really is someone doing a wee”
“No, oil into a bottle”
‘Wee”
“Oil”
“Wee”
It took all of my inner strength and fortitude as a parent
to not scream at them;
“It’s a bong, it’s a fucking bong ok, someone is smoking a
bong, do you guys even listen to the lyrics???”
But thankfully some Rita Ora or something came on and we
sang about someone’s ex girlfriend resting in peace even though she wasn’t
actually dead. Good times.
It felt refreshing to have some semi grown up time with
them, car trips used to be about making sure we had enough wipes and nappies in
arms reach, snacks a plenty and making road kill sacrifices to the sleep gods
in an effort to persuade them to send our babies off to the land of nod. But being older and
able to hold their bladders, they can chat and sing and play car games the whole
way. It was, dare I say it, fun!
Of course that was only on the way down….. no one really wanted to get back into the car
to return. Suddenly promises of me harmonising
with the Beibs wasn’t as enticing as it was earlier and I still feel a little insulted that they
asked me to turn the music up and my voice down.
Anywho, I made them run around like loons at our
destination, in an effort to wear them out enough so they go to bed at a
reasonable time tonight (school holidays shouldn’t ruin my evening adult time,
but it just does…..)
Unfortunately I forgot to take into consideration the one
and a half hour drive home………
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