Just having a fantastically dysfunctional “putting decorations on the Christmas tree” moment which has culminated in me shouting “oh just FORGET IT – this was meant to be a lovely FAMILY moment”…..teenage son is lying on the sofa being bored and ill and completely not interested and no doubt about to say our Christmas tree decorations “look like someone has been sick all over the tree” like he did last year.
Daughter is busily directing and telling youngest child that there is NO WAY he can put on his hand sewn snowman complete with buttons. “It’s hideous – if you have to put it on then PUT IT ROUND THE SIDE” and then “don’t SWEAR at me” and then just generally arguing.
The four of us are off to see a pantomime tonight just to complete our perfect family pre-Christmas festive moment and I hadn’t realised what a rubbish mother I have been up until now. It’s not something I do annually….it’s not really my thing but this year we have been invited and when I told my youngest son we were going he said “what’s a pantomime?”. Teenage son is obviously deeply disappointed we are not going to Wimbledon to see Pamela Anderson performing.