It’s Sunday morning. We had a late night last night – out for dinner with friends and then back to theirs for drinks and fun. The children are all the same age and went off to play (although we’re not allowed to call it ‘play’ now – they’re too old for playing) and we sat around with beers for the dads and prosecco for the mums. Mmmm
It was a great evening, the conversation flowed as fast as the booze and before we knew it, it was time to go home – which, fortunately, was a matter of walking up the road.
Looking back to our dinner out – the kids down one end of the table conversing via their phones (I’m serious!) and us up the other talking to each other – proper talking, you know, eye contact, laughter and using-your-mouth-rather-than-your-keyboard-talking.
We did make them put their phones down when the food came out and I was happy to see them chatting as they shared the garlic bread out. (They counted out two pieces each and took
Anyway, now it’s Sunday morning and my sleeping beauties are still tucked up comfortably in their beds. Gone are the days of the 6.30am
I’m finding it quite hard to adjust; dad and I are early risers so by 8.30 we were downstairs sipping our first cups of steaming hot tea. That’s a late wake up for us. I found myself thinking frequently – should I go up and check on them, wake them – make sure they’re still breathing. I know! Nonsense, isn’t it?
I didn’t by the way, I left them to sleep and, as I crushed the urge to check on them, my thoughts drifted into the future when my sleeping teens will lose most of the weekend mornings (If my Tom and Megan experience is anything to go by).
Did you know that double beds are now a tween requirement? I found out from my two as lots of their friends now have double beds to sleep in.
Well, we couldn’t squeeze a double in Alice’s room (she chose the box room,
I have to admit, I admire her sense of practicality – those
I can’t see us investing this birthday but who knows? Maybe further down the line we might consider it.
Talking of birthdays – they’re going to be 11 in July -eek! – a list is already in the making (hair stuff, make up and clothes), possibly a Girl Guide camp week over the summer (yet to get the ok from mum and dad).
One last, super piece of news I want to share is – they have both been accepted at their first choice secondary school – grammar. Come September, we’ll be parenting secondary school kids!
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