On Fridays, occasionally, we go to a friends house after school for a play. It is strange that taking kids to a friends house is just as hard (but different) to having them home. When out, there is automatic entertainment (and luckily baths and dinner). However, tired over excited children, who crash like shooting stars (suddenly and spectacularly), are generally the result. This afternoon we met one of my friends at the kids school for a little picnic on the grass while the traffic cleared, and then since we all knew each other, went to another friends place for a play. Some of this was pre organised. I have 3 children and they have 2 and then there were 3 adults that increased to 5 and none of us was the man of the house. All up there were 10 people in that house for dinner. I take my hat off to the incredible lady who rolled with the waves and managed it all.
We had to leave at 6pm partly because of leaving them in peace and partly because we all needed time to bring the children back to earth. On the way home I told the kids I was impressed by their behaviour, being polite, saying thankyou, packing away toys. I also told them that teeth and bed were imminent In spite of complete exhaustion from the younger two kids, all pleaded not tired and asked to stay up. They did not argue very energetically about it though and we had no dramas.
No comments:
Post a Comment