So my children have this week made their Christmas lists.
I know what you're thinking;
"OMG, are you mad? It's August what are you doing woman?"
But, when you have children like mine it's best to prepare yourself for the shock well in advance of the event. And sure enough, as expected, their lists consisted of an amalgamation of interesting things which they haven't a hope of getting.
These lists included; an ipad 2, a laptop, hair straighteners, a £150 doll, an x-box live one years subscription, a 42 inch TV and most surprising of all was...
But, this moped came with the specification that it wasn't to be a second or third hand Moped, it had to be brand new!
Yes son, keep dreaming was my immediate thought when I read this one.
I seem to have gone drastically wrong somewhere. My children are living under the false impression that my husband and I have an abundance of money endlessly floating around our bank account (I bloody wish!) just waiting for them to think up unusual and novel ways to spend it.
They seem to believe they are millionaire kids and can have what they want whenever they fancy it.
Oh to be a child and live in blissful ignorance, what a wonderful life!
It's the beginning of September already! Where has the summer gone? It seems to have passed me by in a wave of packing and unpacking boxes. While I was putting together flat packed furniture, with those pathetic little tools they give you that make your fingers sore, the rest of the world was enjoying the sunshine.
And to make it worse, my husband said to me yesterday;
"You know we ought to think about Christmas."
Christmas! Christmas! I'm still mourning the loss of my summer, I can't even begin to think about Santa suits and Christmas presents.
I don't enjoy the cold, I hate snow and hate wind. Summer is the ideal season and it takes me a while to get over the loss of it. I used to have a friend who joked that I was descended from the Snake people and had cold blood that needed sunshine to warm me up.
Besides the loss of Summer, September is the month that brings back the School term. My children are still waiting to hear if they have places at their chosen schools. Although, I say 'their' chosen schools it's not them who have picked the schools. If it was up to them they would pack themselves off to boarding school, Harry Potter has a lot to answer for...
We will have to wait and see if the education authority are willing to give them places at the school I have chosen, or we may have to seriously consider boarding schools after all...
Watch this space...