And it’s not just any old Monday, its May-day. Time for a lovely family day out or at least for me and the boys, in my dreams. What could we do? We could have a picnic, we could go and see one of the attractions up in London. We could go to the new trampoline park in Croydon, the world is our oyster and we have a free day. For once homework is done and the housework is as done as it could ever be, ie not at all. In fact last night we had a plan, a proper plan. We went out for a family meal to a local Hungry Horse pub, things predictably started out badly and it did feel as if the evening was doomed. However, on the arrival of food, the behaviour of both boys improved considerably. Time was marching on and they wanted to share a large Sundae. As time wasn’t on our side, it was agreed that we would go today instead, I for one was looking forward to it.
May-day dawned, it has rained none stop and the boys have now decided that they are not going out for ice cream, I may as well have suggested a trip to the library or to a museum. They are staying in all day and furthermore, they are refusing to get dressed. They are on the Xbox arguing about turns and I have just yelled at them “nothing you ever say is of any interest to me. You are boring and I am bored”. Harsh but true.
Plans have got harder and harder to formulate as the boys have got older. In the early days, I was able to suggest going up to London for the day and the boys were young enough to go along with it. The other day, on hearing that the we were going to a cake shop in Balham rather than our local cafe, older boy refused to come and walked back home. At the moment I have given up. I have told my boys that life used to be a lot more fun when it didn’t revolve around days at home with them playing on the Xbox. Older boy has told me that I should have been prepared for this when I had Sons.
The puppy has now done a wee. Will the day improve? Probably not but at least they’re back at school tomorrow.