Yesterday was Mother’s Day and once I had gotten both babies to sleep I opted to try and catch a few extra zzzzs rather than write this post (it didn’t work by the way, I am eternally short on zzzzs). So here is my big shout out to all the mummies, albeit a day late. Mums rock.
Pleasantries aside, let me tell you about my Mother’s Day.
It all started with a crying baby. Nothing unusual there. I dragged myself out of bed to nurse H. She went back to sleep so I fell back into bed. Cue T waking up. Wonderful husband hops up to get T out of bed and leaves me to try and get some more of those elusive zzzzs. So far so good, I like the way this Mother’s Day is starting.
H doesn’t sleep for too long before she is up and ready to start the day, but that is ok. Both the big boys are on the computer playing Minecraft. They say happy Mother’s Day to me without taking their eyes from the computer screen. Again, nothing unusual there. We have a couple of Minecraft addicts. K especially.
Anywhoo, D is giving T his breakfast so I make a coffee and go to join them. I get plenty of MD love and cuddles from D, and from T I get a vegemite smear on my pyjamas. D disappears for a moment to I assume round up the boys to come and give me my gazillion presents but comes back alone and annoyed.
It seems that when tapped on the shoulder (he was wearing headphones), K slammed down the headphones, swung around all angry like with eyes glaring and says, ‘WHAT?!’ Then realising that he was going to get into some serious trouble followed it up with a hundred I’m sorrys and ran off to his room upset with himself for ruining Mother’s Day.
You see, In days gone by we have had many an issue with the boys regarding computer games. They get all consumed by them and can’t think about anything but. There have been plenty of games that we have banned and deleted when they got too wrapped up in them and were unable to function as normal human beings. They cannot handle the frustrations when they die/can’t get to the next level/lose and get angry and flip out.
We originally liked Minecraft because you it wasn’t competitive, you couldn’t die, there is no nudity or swearing and no blood and guts. You just walked around and built shit and planted trees and played with pigs. But over time they have founds ways to make it a drama for our household. Now they play Minecraft survival games on servers and watch Minecraft videos on YouTube and read forums. We have again found ourselves dealing with banging mouses and kicking the back of the computer desks and little eyes that well up with tears of pre-pubescent angst.
Yesterday morning was like that, except K knows that we are on the verge of pulling the Minecraft pin and seriously his world would IMPLODE so he is trying to be super happy and calm to trick us into thinking that he is coping well. However sometimes (like yesterday) he blows that cool facade which in turn makes Mumma Bear mad.
I found him upset in his room beating himself up for ruining my day, which of course he didn’t. We had a little heart to heart and have put a halt on playing on the servers and gave him a massive warning that he’s on his last Minecraft chance. I left him to contemplate his actions and a little while later he emerges from his room with a letter…
Fucking priceless. I love that kid!
D and the boys then presented me with my present. I am now the proud owner of an ALDI coffee machine and it, even though it is not a big ticket machine it makes a damn good cuppa. Everyone I know that has one loves it and I was jealous of them. I feel all posh and shit when I make my morning coffee now.
Aside from a coffee machine I told D what I really wanted for Mother’s Day was to have a family photo take with us ALL in it. Grudgingly he agreed, so in the afternoon when all the mums in my family came over for an afternoon tea, I had my brother take a few photos of us in the back yard. It wasn’t easy, but after a whole heap of photos with at least one of the boys pulling a stupid face we finally got a half decent photo of our family.
We had a lovely afternoon tea with my Mum, my mother-in-law, my brother and sister-in-law and their baby. Of course it was loud and crazy and messy, but the best times often are and we wouldn’t have it any other way. Well maybe it would be super unicorn awesome if cleaning fairies came but we all know that they do not exist. The only cleaning fairies I know are mums. Happy (late) Mother’s Day!