I was awoken this morning at quarter to 6 by a ghoulish sight. Ned had obviously been furiously picking his nose at some point over night and was caked in blood. We’re talking Carrie prom scene levels of blood. His teddy’s label was coated, it was in his hair, on his cheeks, forehead, hands and there was a big patch on his bottom sheet.
He wouldn’t settle, so after he’d made enough fuss to wake up Fifi, I took him downstairs, only to be joined almost immediately by the boy. I stalwartly refused to put the television on until 7ish. I gave up at 6.40 mind you, but the principle was there.
At this point I did what any self respecting parent who had been up for around an hour would do: I stuck some Scooby-Doo on, grabbed myself a bowl of muesli and went upstairs to bed for a bit of peace and quiet before sloping off to work.
All was quiet downstairs, so when I’d scoffed my brekkie and got dressed, I tip-toed downstairs to deposit my bowl in the kitchen. I was faced with a peculiar sight- on the worktop was a bag of frozen peas, a bag of frozen baby carrots, some frozen veggie sausages and some frozen peppers. The freezer was shut. I put my bowl down by the sink and went into the sitting room and politely inquired why a bag of frozen peas, a bag of frozen baby carrots, some frozen veggie sausages and some frozen peppers were sitting on the counter.
Apparently Ned had to remove them to help himself to a breakfast ice lolly, which Fifi and the boy had ensured he ate on the rug.
Such single minded determination is of course to be admired but I fear we’re going to either have to get another lock for the fridge freezer, or failing that ensconce a Sumarian demon therein…