This week has been beautiful with lots of sun and warm temperatures so we've been very quiet at work. Keith and I planned to go to Ikea in the early evening to take back an inflatable ladybird I'd bought last week and which had a part missing. As Sophie's beau was due around again we said we'd take Mikey with us and then go to Bella Italia on the way home for a meal (I had vouchers!).
As soon as I picked Sophie up from school we went home and I asked her to put the hoover around to help. She looked at me like I'd just dropped out of a dog's bottom and flounced off saying that she didn't have much time to get ready now...
We then told her that we'd treated her and James to a Tesco Finest meal of meatballs, mashed potatoes and gooey puds. Well! You'd think we'd bought her a plate of tripe by the way she reacted to this news! "I wanted pizza!" she moaned which certainly made our blood boil! How ungrateful is that!
At 5pm we left her wallowing in the bath and set out for Milton Keynes. Unfortunately, before we'd even reached the A43 we'd had an argument with Mikey about sausages and he was so rude to both of us that we turned the car around, took him home and left him there, much to his and Sophie's disgust.
We really have had enough now of the constant arguing and bickering that's been going on since we returned from Florida. Sophie seems to be constantly making demands on us while Mikey spends most of his time in a mood. We've been thinking of booking next year's holiday this week but at the moment Keith and I are seriously thinking of going away on our own and leaving both children at home. Next year, Sophie will be 18 and we did wonder whether she would want to go away with us, but with her recent attitude, the problem seems to be resolved!
We went to Ikea and had a good look around in peace. It was actually blissful to be away from both children for a few hours so maybe we all need a break from each other. On the way home we drove to Sixfields and realised that the Cobblers were playing so the car parks were heaving. Luckily, the Bella Italia car park had loads of spaces as they controlled who could park there so we parked and walked into a very quiet restaurant indeed. We had a delicious meal, with assorted breads and a balsamic vinegar and oil dip to start followed by chicken for Keith and a breaded escalope for me served with spaghetti and roasted vegetables. We managed to fit in gorgeous gooey desserts and then called into the pub for a nightcap before facing the music at home.
Mikey ignored us and disappeared off to his room so it looks like he'll be in a "moopat" (my made up word for his moods) for a while to come...am I bovvered??? No!
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