Some weeks you really need to take a moment to remember the good. This is one such week. Let’s just say parenting is hard. Parenting a headstrong teen is even harder. I honestly feel physically and emotionally drained by the events of the last few days. So I’m desperately trying to hold on to the good. And remember what was actually a lovely week.
Onto what made me smile this week:
I’ve also been loving all the Christmas magazines popping up on my kindle as well. I love a Christmas magazine.
Reservations for a fireworks display last night. Does that count? It was at a local garden centre and included food and a fireworks display. And I was so looking forward to it at the end of a really horrible day. Unfortunately, the organisation was an absolute farce and we ended up being served a 3-course meal in just 15 minutes after I had to complain we’d been sat there for 40 minutes without even being given a menu. We then, of course, had to rush through our food to get outside to see the fireworks.
The fireworks themselves weren’t that great. Although, when you’ve lived in Malta, where they make a lot of the world’s biggest fireworks, even the best displays are a bit of a damp squib. But the little one hadn’t been to a display before (they don’t celebrate Guy Fawkes night abroad as it’s an English thing – something a lot of new expats don’t realise), and having been taught about it at school this week, he was so excited. And his little face and the oohs and ahhs that came out of him as we watched the fireworks was just the sweetest thing to watch. And suddenly the problems of the evening felt completely unimportant. He loved it and that’s all that matters.
Of course, this one has to go to the little dude, or should that be my very own stormtrooper/dinosaur. On Sunday he was dressed as a stormtrooper as we boarded a little steam train and enjoyed some spooky fun and games, including holding creepy crawlies and enjoying a Halloween feast. And on Halloween itself, he joined my sister and nieces and nephew on his first time trick or treating (it’s been a real week of firsts for him), dressed as a dinosaur. He had an absolute blast and couldn’t believe how people had decorated their homes, or how many sweets he got. When he got home he found his bedroom had been transformed into a spooky Halloween den too. I’m surprised he actually went to sleep that night.
‘Again, again!’ from this one as he enjoyed the amusements in a little seaside town not far from here last weekend. He went on everything. Dragging his dad on the ghost train 3 times before he agreed to try something else. Before enjoying his first taste of candyfloss. Don’t worry, we did go to the dentist this week, he does have some teeth left after all the sugar he’s ingested.
Next week we’ll be saying goodbye to the Mr as he heads off abroad for the week to work. I won’t lie, I’m not looking forward to it. But the little one will be trying out karate with his friend for the first time. We’ve got a trip to the park and the library planned. So we’ll be keeping ourselves busy and enjoying snuggling on the sofa, while watching endless Star Wars movies until daddy gets home on Friday.
Have a great week!