Half Term Bankruptcy

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The Easter holidays is upon us and I am all about the chocolate. Not so much about the three kids all day long for two and a bit weeks however! Luckily for me, this week I’ve not been flying solo, the husband actually listened to me when I asked for him to take some time off.

Half terms are financially tough, mentally draining and physically exhausting. This week has been no exception. We started our week with a farm trip, to nearby Easton Farm Park, £27 for entry and two pounds for two rides on a motorised tractor, I was glad I had taken a picnic courtesy of Aldi.

The weather was lovely, and lets face it that makes all the difference, no one likes a soggy sandwich. Number two was so excited upon arrival to the farm, spotting the train ride straight away. “N Der, N Der”, he pointed. We all waited for the bug ride first, which is a quad bike towing five little cars which look like bugs, complete with their own steering wheel. I thought he would love this ride, and after waving him off I could hear the screams around the farm! The ride was only a short-circuit of the farm but he hated it and even his sister behind him couldn’t calm him!

Somehow that day, both the small ones stayed awake until we returned to our car at 4pm. Usually the dreaded time to take a nap, however, we were all grateful for the peace especially number one as she sits in the middle of them! She often likes to reminisce about when she had no siblings and had the whole back row to herself…oh the possibilities.

Tuesday, we visited various furniture’s stores, how awful are we? However number two was poorly with what we later found out was an ear infection so we squeezed in some window shopping at Hobby Craft and Pets at Home with no intention of buying anything!

Wednesday, we had originally planned a trip to London to the Science Museum however considering how busy they usually are and how small our youngest two are we thought better of it and went to Norwich Castle instead. Prepared with another picnic, we parted with £26 for entry and enjoyed a Dolls House Exhibition, lots of stuffed birds and lots of information about Boudicca and the Iceni Warriors.

Number one has a real fear of birds, so a room full of every variety of stuffed bird you can think of, really wasn’t her favourite part of the day. Number threes favourite part of the day was the picnic and number two’s favourite was touching everything he could, and also walking everywhere. Starting to wonder why I parted with the best part of four hundred pound on a double buggy.

The best part of the day for mummy and daddy has to be the quiet car journey home! These days out are doing wonders for knackering the two smallest ones out just enough so they save sleeping until they are both in the car. One whole hour and a half to get home in blissful peace, hurrah! Topped by a cheeky KFC on route home as nobody fancied cooking.

Thursday started with a little bit of mummy and daughter time with the eldest. With a much needed hair appointment to tame her curly barnet. She has envious long dark, thick and curly hair, I would pay a lot of money to have. However as she is getting older, sadly she wanted to go shorter. So after one happy little girl had her hair cut, we headed home to check Daddy had kept the other two alive, to find they were both napping and he was fitting in some ‘much needed’ xbox time! WTF, the kids are making him think this shit is easy! Must have words with them!

Thursday afternoon was spent at home testing out Mr Frosty the Ice cream maker. Which was supposed to be my thing with the eldest until the husband wanted in on the action. That thing actually works, who knew ice would stay cold if you added lots of salt and warm water to it!!? I then baked some awesome Toblerone cookies for the eldest to take to a sleepover that evening and conveniently made enough for me to test at least five of them, just in case they were poisonous. I concur, they were not, in fact quite moreish.

Friday started with a rather early Dentist appointment for the two children with teeth, followed by a play in the nearby park and then a quick cup of tea with my friends and the children they also can’t shake off this week either! After a spot of lunch at home we went back out to the ‘River walk’ and stopped at the park…eventually.

I kid you not, poorly (although we terrible parents didn’t realise at the time) number two threw at least 10 wobblers on the ground because he didn’t want to ride his bike he wanted to push his sisters buggy. He cried because he wanted to ride the bike. He cried because he didn’t want to ride the bike. He also cried because he wanted to push his sisters toy buggy. He cried because he didn’t want to push her toy buggy.

At the park, he cried if I got off the toy train. He cried because his sister wouldn’t come on the train. He cried at just about everything! Thank god I wasn’t alone that day! Later that evening, after a high temperature and a nettle like rash, daddy took him to out of hours doctors. I felt awful that I couldn’t go and had to stay at home to feed Ruby.

After calpol and nurofen number two enjoyed his evening trip out past 9pm to the doctors and then later to Asda to pick up his antibiotics. With a suspected ear infection, I felt a bit bad for thinking that earlier in the day, he was just being a naughty little shit!

But all was forgiven by the morning as we went off to the Zoo. £61 for entry was a little painful, but again I was prepared with picnic food and pennies for ice cream bribes. This was my favourite day as it was a ‘first’ for number two and three. I had visions of number two enjoying the monkeys most, perhaps because he resembles one, however he was much more interested in the sea lions and going under the underwater tunnel to watch them swim over his head. Number three hadn’t a Scooby doo where she was, but she certainly enjoyed mummy’s twister ice cream.

Most evenings the husband and I have had a cheeky drink, the odd glass of vino before I have snored my head off on the sofa because we have both felt in ‘holiday mode’. Despite moaning at him and thinking he is a massive pain in my arse, I am grateful not to have flown solo this week!

How’s your half term going? Like what you read, don’t forget to click like so your friends can to read about our antics.

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