So, USA annual leave is not the most generous ever. So the hus-creature has to work.
And I am full of a rotten cold and as such am barely holding down the fort. For eg none of the new toys are put away. I’ve barely managed throwing away the paper. The rest of my (meagre) energy has been expended keeping the smalls from fratricide.
So #1 Son has not (yet) been able to build his main Lego set present – a giant Star Wars ship thing.
We told him we would help him this evening. Not good enough. He fixated on that bloody thing.
To the extent he decided to do it himself. Which would have been fine. Except he didn’t ask for help clearing a space and somehow set it up in a puddle – we assume he knocked his own cup of water over.
So all of the decoration stickers are drenched and therefore no longer adhesive in nature. So have been binned. Cue one devastated boy.
He also decided to get into one of his “adult supervision” Santa gifts – a make your own bouncy ball kit.
Which I discovered by finding a suspicious pile of red sand/grit in the kitchen.
After blaming TT (I apologised profusely) I noticed #1 Son shuffling in with something under his top. Which turned out to be a ripped open red and pink pack of the ball mix.
Which he had decided just to rip into and play with.
This child refuses to read.
So how he expected to be able to do this is beyond me.
So. One emergency shower for a shower-phobic small boy and the red and pink packets in the bin because they weren’t salvageable.
He’s distraught. We are stressed and within an hour he will have forgotten any useful lesson from it.
I’m tired. Daddy is building with him now, and I’m snuggling down with a nap-refusing TT and watching Zootopia. I fully expect she will have said nap now.