Being Mam…

…the Annoying Mam version.  Here’s a list of how I annoy my Bois:

:: Reminding them to brush their teeth.

:: Waking them up.  When I wake Alf up in the morning.  Even though I HATE being woken up by other cheerful people…{or just woken up in general}.  I think it’s perfectly fine to waltz into his bedroom in the mornings singing some random song about Alf that I’ve just made up and then get in with him, bundle him up like he’s a newborn baby and then smother him with all the swsus.  #sorrynotsorry…and for those of you who think David Beckham is some kind of pervert, off you pop, because I’m kissing my Alf on the lips while he still lets me!

:: Asking them to get dressed…

:: Asking them to have a shower…

:: Asking the Bois to write letters to Sion Corn…even though we’ve had to tell Alf the truth about SC {and answer all the questions he had on this, “But what happened to the carrot, oats and glitter mixture that we put out every year?!”  “The Bin, mate!”…and “What were we looking at when we went out that year and SAW HIM flying above us?!”  “Err, Space Shuttle thing, sorry Bach”…   Either way, it’s all part of it, Bois!…

::…Just like asking all the questions over tea about a new girlfriend is all part of it, too…

:: Announcing “Amser gwely!”…”Bedtime!”  

:: Announcing we’re going to karate…

:: Alf was having a proper whingey-whiney-moment one evening {see above point} and just would.not.stop.  So I responded to him the best way I could…by communicating with him only by singing and playing the ukelele to him…badly.  {You know you only come here for these parenting tips! ;}

:: Telling them tea is ready when they’re in the middle of a game of whatever they’re playing on the ps4

:: Reminding them they’ve got 5 minutes until the school bus goes…

Basically, I annoy my Bois right now by just keeping them alive!  {insert all the eye roll emojis here}

99.9% of all of the above is aimed at Alfie…because, let’s face it, Robb’s 16 now so does whatever he can {eats his tea, leaves the table asap etc}...to not be in the same room as us…

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