When I talk about evenings, I am referring to that part of the day where you generally sit down and chill out. Although that may not always be the case, it could mean going out to eat, drink, dance or anything. Mainly though I wrongly assumed that evenings would be the time I could regain some me time. How wrong was I.
We knew what we were getting ourselves into when we decided to have children. Well as much as you think you know, as no one really knows what they are getting themselves into until that time arrives. As our luck would have it, Beastie decided that he didn’t much like bedtime or his bed until pretty much recently and it’s still touch and go sometimes. He’s now almost four, so that’s four years of having our evenings
interrupted entertained by a little person. Then we thought it would be lovely to double the fun with another little person and in the back of my mind I thought he might be somewhat calmer than his brother. When in actual fact he paints his older brother in a much better light. I know that as time goes by, we tend to forget details and maybe look back with rose tinted spectacles saying ‘oh he wasn’t that bad’ or ‘I don’t remember him doing that’. When in actual fact he probably was but we’ve decided to not remember that aspect.
So although we look back and try our hardest to fathom what Beastie was doing at this age, we know that he wasn’t staying up until midnight on a regular basis. This takes gate crashing our evening to a whole new level. Is it really too much to be able to watch Coronation Street in peace? It’s only on for half an hour at a time. Yes, I know you are thinking I could Sky+ it and I do but I am not sure why as I never catch up. Instead I have got used to gathering the gist of what is going on through lip reading and face expressions. Relaxing it is not. I’ve lost count of the amount of times I have pressed rewind only for the boys to get even louder. Then I remember that it’s not real life and I should get a grip. Still we all like a bit of escapism sometimes. Friends or the Big Bang Theory fulfils that mainly – easy to watch as they are repeated, repeatedly!
I think it’s a combination of us being rubbish at instilling bedtime routines and the fact we have extremely wilful children. We all have our troubles at some point with children and no child is an angel, right? I often see people update their statuses on twitter and instagram about their kids being tucked up in bed, these nuggets of information are usually accompanied by a picture of them holding a glass of wine in their hand. Jealous, not much.
Although some days we feel like tearing our hair out, I always remind my husband and myself that this stage won’t last and that these small people depend on us right here, right now. One day we’ll be trying to coax moody teenagers out of their bedrooms and agonising over them having flown the nest, desperately wishing we could turn back time. I remind myself of this, still it’s pretty tough at times…and then I see how much joy they really bring us and what else would I blog about? Well, probably lots as it will be such a novelty having spare time. I might even read books or maybe become a crafting extraordinare? *cough*.