The trees up! It’s Christmas! And yeah, i’ve heard it all…and everything in between. So just so you don’t get it twisted….We here in Wunnaland are very much aware that it is NOVEMBER. (We’ve learnt the months of the year and everything! Just…..) And we’re very much aware that there is literally no other big old festive day or holiday left, other than the art of celebrating Christmas this year…so why wait? Get on it! I suggest that you all jump on the bandwagon, jolly up, get with it and join the merriment! I’m tired of hearing the ‘scrooges,’ with an ‘it’s a bit early/ we start Christmas in December,’ nonsense. Blaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! Grab a stocking, and fill it with shit!
We did the tree!!!! It feels good!
Our trees up and we LOVE IT! Hahaha! Not only have we personally picked and plonked up our first ever Christmas tree as a family….but the babies ADORED every single second of it, until they got tired and started fighting. Plus, Ben and I found a reason to start drinking Baileys….so technically it’s WIN for all!
Yesterday was a great day, but somewhat stressy! I have Sunday’s and Monday’s off work…so it’s kinda now my weekend! Therefore Ben and I decided that we would spend our Sunday away from cocktailing and instead invest the time picking out a brand new tree (and we have an amazing one, in real life it honestly looks tremendous, like we’ve simply plucked a ‘fir’ from the depths of a magical snowy forest! Except we didn’t, it’s not real and we bought it for £100 from the garden centre. But we bought Scentsicles that are little aroma sticks, that you hang upon your tree to make your tree smell like a real life ‘fir’ tree…HONESTLY, they are divine! Doooo it! I walked downstairs this morning, in my specs and was hit by the most amazing smell of fresh Christmas,which was super dooper pleasant, as last night Junior did a wee on the carpet because he couldn’t get to his potty on time. )
So yeah, we spent the morning picking the tree and the lights… and the rest of the day at The Range in Doncaster, buying baubles, Christmas stuff, birds, kitchen ware, stockings, snow spray, Santa’s…all sorts! Our receipt was literally, the length of the Bible. You could have rolled it out and carpeted your way home with it. But fuck it, it’s Christmas…and money grows on trees, doesn’t it. 😉
There were moments where i had to drag Ben away from buying inflatable remote control Star Wars characters (the drag was easy) and tell Ruby that she couldn’t have what she wanted because Santa would bring it for her. (That was hard.) But we all got what we wanted…plus a feature bauble each (Ben’s is a glass, snowy owl, Ruby’s a glammy ice drop, Junior’s is a Gingerbread man and mine is a diamante crown…and handbag :)…and then I let Ben whop in an indoor, Christmas Laser show…which he really wanted, but kept walking slowly past it, all weird, like a child who wanted to investigate, yet couldn’t because other people were in his way!
That was the fun part of the day. The evening was even a blast, as we drank Bailey, Ben cooked fajitas, the children screamed with delight, as they rushed to make snow, hang on baubles, do the lights and catch the laser beams that were darting through our living room.
Then i focused on the stressy part of the day (never ever good) and that was ‘The Dads.’ Right, so Pete (as nice natured as he is) PISSED me OFF yesterday.
Every Sunday he’s meant to pick Ruby up at 11am, from mine on the dot. He never ever gets here on time EVER and usually asks me to drop her off, or take her with me, until he’s ready, or can make it. All that’s fine. Except, all he did was go on a wedding night do, stay out and suffered the art of feeling rough! We’ve all been there, but whatever, i’m as laid back as they come…if you have ONE day, which is the only day you picked to spend the entire day with ‘The Rubes’…then you should make it on time…always..and on the dot. He never makes it on time as right now he’s being ‘Party Pete’ who needs love…Lol..and well yesterday i’d had enough of lateness…He was 3 hours late…and wasn’t in much of a rush to get to Rubes…so Ben and I took her with us. (And she actually really loved it.) So lateness, had narked me off…as i hate late people (as it means whatever they’re doing is more important that the thing they need to get to) and then the fact that once he did come to The Range to pick Ruby up…he was all huffy and puffy with me, and darted off as he was LATE for dinner with his parents. We didn’t even get to say ‘bye’ to her, because he was in a mood. And why was he in a mood, because he HAD to look for me, around a busy store for 10 minutes and i hadn’t picked up my phone, which after guarding with my eyes for ages, I threw in my bag, simply because it was ruining family Christmas shopping time. We discussed this later that evening…and i he repeated how narked of he was…I simply stood in my doorway, arms folded, smiled and said, ‘Well you wouldn’t have had to do that if you were here at 11am.’ BOOM! Why are men so silly?? Then he moaned about his job and how he needs a new one. But i think having A job is better than having no job…I mean shit…i work all the time and hard, whether i would need to or not. It’s just life and well it’s how we have to roll.
That annoyed me. But i’m over it now. It just needs to get his act together…and not even in regards to Ruby…just his life in general, because he’s a good guy, with a wishy washy sense of management. He forgets to believe in himself.
Then the other Daddy, Keiran…came over to drop Junior off! Now Keiran can be annoying, but he’s the opposite to Pete. He won’t even be a minute or a second late for anything ever….as he used to be in the Army…and these day he’ll do anything he can to spend as much time with Junior as possible. I like that part of him and the fact that he works hard. Yet once we start fighting, Keiran and I are AWFUL. Really really awful.
Anyway, nothing was so awful about the Junior drop off yesterday. Both boys swung in suited and booted, dressed to the nines and with smiles on there faces. Junior was excited to do the tree and Keiran was searching for Junior’s ‘Converse?’ (He made me take all of Junior’s clothes off him and switch him into other clothes so he could take those clothes home. I didn’t mind, and i did it…but i always find that odd.)
Ben was in the kitchen marinating Chicken. Lol. Junior’s obsessed with Ben, so ran to find him and well couldn’t stop talking about him, every single second.
Keiran now knows Ben’s home and in the kitchen, so i start to get worried because remember that he had stated that he wanted a ‘ground rules’ chat with Ben. He told me he needed to speak to him. I told him not too, Ben walks into the living room and after a polite, ‘how ya doing’ handshake…Keiran blurts out the words, ‘Right, lets go in here Mate, because we need to have a chat!!!’
UGH!!!! ( I grab Junior and occupy him with Christmas…and they have their ‘CHAT’ in the kitchen. )
So, I had already given Ben the lowdown on this ‘chat’ previously and demanded that there was no fighting or arguing in the house, around the children EVER and warned him of Keiran’s personality when he gets irate about things. So Ben calmly followed suit and Keiran laid down his ‘ground rules’ on how Ben should be around the children and I! Lol. I KNOW!
I walked into the dining room to make sure the chat wasn’t being too brutal…and it wasn’t really, as it was just Keiran baby threatening him, telling him that his family mean the world to him and that if he ever hears that Ben has hurt the children or I etc…in any way, then they’re going to have a serious problem. *UGH!* It was like he was my Father!!
Ben was polite, agreed and listened. Keiran stated that as long as anything bad never happened, they would always be cool. But he started off his ‘chat’ by stating that he didn’t mind Ben dating me…(I’m 34, I can date who i want and i don’t really need his permission.)
It ended with an ‘AND I’M TELLING YOU SUBTLEY’ from Keiran to Ben. Then we all shook hands and he left…just like that!
This part of my life is pretty complicated. Keiran shouldn’t have given Ben a lecture. Pete shouldn’t be late. I shouldn’t have so many babies to different Fathers…and Ben well…just puts up with it all because he loves me. Luckily, i love him tooo, so i’m always really grateful for having him by my side.
I guess, i try and focus on the positive and that that we all love the same little beings, so we all get on with it merrily. They’ll always be adjustments…and times that are hard. It’s hard for Ben to have to deal with two babies, a new fiancee, and two dads…a basic lifestyle change. And it’s hard for Keiran to sort of feel as though he’s passed his family on to someone else, as he leaves with nothing, It’s not easy. And it’s hard for Pete to find the light at the end of his tunnel, so he can make everyone proud of him and serve himself well as a father, as he wouldn’t have to work shit jobs to get by.
Nothing’s that hard for me…so i feel pretty lucky.
We had fajitas,
…watched telly and after a quiet moment to myself, (all girls do it, when we look back and think life is better without boys)…everything went back to wonderful.
I’m the luckiest girl ever…and fuck it..it’s Christmas!!!