Keep the Magic!

We have made it through our wonderful Easter holidays and now the reality of routine hits hard!  No matter how many times I had to nag my kids to stop trying to kill each other it was still lovely being at home together with no real place to be.  Daddy also managed a few days off over the Easter weekend although he probably feels like he has gone back to work for a rest today!

I vaguely remember Daddy asking “Why is Mummy so Grumpy children?” on his return home from work on the Wednesday, obviously in a jolly good mood at the prospect of 5 days off…  I therefore had great pleasure in reminding him of this, as by the 3rd day he was also decidedly grumpy and fed up of nagging the children to stop maiming each other!

My son was quite pragmatic in his approach to Daddy’s time off “Well Daddy you have some time off work!  Well, you still have work here, but never mind…I bet you’re still happy Daddy?”    My son, ever the realist was probably referring to the list of home jobs which I (and my daughter I might add) had been reminding him of constantly all week.  I am happy to announce that Daddy did manage to tick most of them off his list.  He didn’t however get as far as his own list.. So clearing out the Garage will have to wait until next time?

Easter Sunday I was awoken by my over-enthusiastic daughter at stupid-O-Clock to ask if she could go see what the Easter Bunny had left in the garden!  My reply, was “don’t be silly darling, it’s not like it’s Christmas!” As Mummy had certainly not yet bounced around the garden planting chocolate eggs at that daft time in the morning!  My husband and I even ended up having a debate about the whole Easter Bunny thing.. (Remembering this was the day he had reached ‘Grumpy Daddy’ mode).

I did manage to drag myself out of bed eventually and go and set the whole jolly Easter egg hunt up!  The children and I went downstairs and had a jolly old time, much fun being had and much laughter.  However when I went to find Daddy still upstairs in bed and asked him if he’d like to watch the video I took of all the frivolity…  “No I do Not!” was his reply.  Rather taken aback, and wondering what his problem was, I replied “So, you don’t want to see your children having lots of fun in the garden then?” (in disgruntled tones of course).  “I don’t agree with it.  Our daughter still believes in the Easter Bunny for god sake!”  “So what?  She still believes in Santa too! What does it matter!”

I mean, does it really matter, she’s 9 years old and still thinks a giant bunny delivers chocolate eggs to every garden in the world?  It sound bonkers, but then so does a jolly looking man with a red suit and a beard!  I, although surprised she still believes, have no problem with it.  My son, bless him goes along with it for her, and I don’t say anything one way or the other…  She will eventually no doubt be seduced by peer pressure in the playground and reside herself to the fact that neither magical creature exists.  But for now, it’s nice she still has the belief in the Magic.  I remember with great angst my Granddad telling me that Santa didn’t exist, and it’s a very painful memory..  I think I cried or something.  I guess he didn’t want me to be teased at school for believing…  My daughter is in every other way a very street wise, intelligent and charming human being and I’m sure she’ll survive a teensy bit longer believing…

Anyway Daddy did eventually cheer up…and we had a fab family day out together…  Daddy even managed to get into his daughters good books, by making a special trip to the shops on the way home to get her a JO-JO Bow!!!  She is now obsessed by them, and obviously has Daddy wrapped around her little finger after all….  I’m just happy she’s into the girly stuff for a change!  She’s even asked if she can have a girly day out shopping for her birthday next year… I’m so proud!   She might even consider a trip to get her toenails done for holiday with her Momma after all!!

Happy days…

Target:  Keep the Magic!

Done (For now..)

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