Jingle Bells, Batman Smells I think I’m going grey!

Jingle Bells, Batman Smells I think I’m going grey!

by Emma Hargan
article from Monday 6, January, 2020

The Mummy Diaries – One toddler, one threenager

Weeks 21 & 22

A VERY HAPPY 2020 to you all! I can’t believe that it’s all over already. All the planning and prepping was worth every second of seeing the wee faces on Christmas morning after Santa had left a few surprises. Thankfully, Jamie and Lily got over the Hand, Foot & Mouth but unfortunately, with the kids being sick in the run-up to Christmas meant Jamie was off Nursery for a week earlier. Yip, this meant a whole three weeks of climbing the walls and fighting, like my kids were being tested out on some new government drug.

Ah yes, the joys of it all. Fortunately, things soon settled down once Granny and Gramps arrived and they were happy to chase Lily and Jamie up and down the hallway, sing Jingle Bells for the hundredth time and read the Gruffalo over and over again. After a couple of days, I think my parents were in need of another holiday – kid free.

So, Christmas Eve finally arrived. And to be honest, I actually enjoy Christmas Eve just as much as the big day itself. All the excitement, food, wrapping presents, the food, Christmas movies, did I mention the food? I love it and the kids were super excited too. I’d say this was the first year that Jamie really knew what was going on. He kept asking when Santa is arriving. Lily was just excited at all the buzz and was happy to run about after Jamie. And then the magic hour arrives…

Kids bath, Christmas pj’s on, leave the cookies and milk out for Santa and of course a carrot for Rudolph. Kisses all round, then into bed. Bliss!

Drinks poured, the Father Ted Christmas Special on the telly, presents down to be finished wrapping and then… The dreaded building up of the toys. James starts off well. All parts out of the box and laid out neatly in a line with instructions in hand.

“Ok, let’s go.” James says while sipping on his first whiskey. “Can you pass me that Allan key please?”

Two hours and a few whiskeys later…

“Who the f@@k puts these things together?!” James says exasperated. “There’s half of it missing for a bloody start!”

Nothing quite like getting into the Christmas spirit! Literally.

Midnight. Everything wrapped and laid out nicely into their wee piles and the wee stockings hanging nicely on the mantel piece. Then it’s the cookies and milk time. As a kid, my absolute DREAM would have been to have to down a half-pint of milk and a bag of cookies at midnight. Now? It goes straight to my ass. But needs must!

6.00am and the Grandparents are awake and down the stairs like a couple of big kids! Not a stir out of Jamie and Lily and we’re all sitting in the kitchen waiting on the slightest murmur out of either of them. Ten minutes later and the noises upstairs started. I ran up to get the pair of them while James, Granny and Gramps waiting in the living room. Jamie was so excited; I think he would have thrown himself down the stairs just to get there quicker!

And then the best bit a parent can experience.

We knock on the living room door and say, “Has Santa been?”

“Yeeees!” They all replied.

Jamie looked up at me beaming. “Go on then.” I said to the two of them.

The faces were just a picture. Lily just stood looking at everything while Jamie got tore into his pile straight away. I thought being a kid at Christmas was the best thing ever. Turns out, watching your kids experience it is even better.

Well I wish it could be Christmas every day!! The morning was fab, the kids were having a great time opening their pressies and enjoying playing with the toys, while we opened a couple of presents ourselves and enjoyed a wee glass of Bucks Fizz. James did very well at my presents this year, I have to say, and I didn’t even need to leave massive clues around the house this time! We enjoyed a nice breakfast cooked by Gramps and then got ourselves all dressed up, make up on, hair done and hit the living room!

The dinner (the best bit) was amazing but by this stage the kids were getting pretty tired with all the excitement of the day. We decided to take a break in between our main course and dessert and just chill. At which point, Jamie decided he fancied doing a bit of karaoke. The machine got dragged through to the kitchen and set up in full view of us all. Once Jamie got set up and gave one microphone to Lily who had already started singing Twinkle Twinkle Little Star, Jamie decided that he needed to strip off before belting out You’ve Got a Friend In Me from Toy Story.

I have never laughed so much and Jamie and Lily were loving it. I’ve definitely got a good few photos to show for Jamie’s 18th birthday party now! Just as the song was finishing and we started tidying up, Jamie shouts, “No, another one!” and starts to sing Jingle Bells. We all sat down again for the finale of the karaoke and Lily lifted her mike up to join in. Jamie was half-way through the song when he started looking down, stopped singing and started to pee!

“He’s peeing, he’s peeing!!” Shouts Granny.

“Ah Jesus!” Shouts James.

I ran over to Jamie and lifted him through to the toilet as quick as I could. The wee soul still had the microphone in his hand and still finished singing Jingle Bells. It was like a night out at the local pub!

“Well, that’s one Christmas dinner we won’t forget!” Gramps said laughing.

Boxing Day is another great day in our house. I love just lazing around, watching films on the telly and eating all the leftover food from Christmas Day. The kids were still tired from all the excitement and were happy playing with their toys and eating treats.

The following day, Granny and Gramps were heading home and to say Jamie had a meltdown was an understatement. He knew they were leaving as he spotted Gramps taking the suitcase out to the car and then he stuck to his Granny like glue for the rest of the morning. When it was time for them to leave, there were plenty of tears and it took Jamie a while to settle down but he did. Eventually. The sign of a good time!?

With Christmas over, next was to plan Hogmanay! Where to go? What to wear?

Ha! I’m a mummy. Pyjama’s in the sitting room in front of Netflix with a large glass of vino with my better half. Bliss!

So, a new year, a new decade in fact. New year’s resolutions? I hate new year resolutions. They are a waste of time and nobody ever sticks to them. So, what’s my plans for 2020? Well, I’ll keep doing what I’m doing. See what challenges the new year brings. Keeping my two tiny humans alive and have fun in the process.

What did I get for Christmas? I got fat, amongst other things!

What did Santa bring you?

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