Tuesday, 30 April 2013

Football is no game

This week is vastly disappearing before my eyes its practically Wednesday!!  I had a interview for a voluntary position yesterday which I recently applied for, working one day a week at a home for people with learning difficulties. When I say interview it was simply just meeting a person from H.R face to face in order to hand in some forms for the usually CRB check and proof of identity. 
I had left Mr M with baby Isa at approximately 11.15 and met my lil sis Gailann aka MummaG at Selhurst station.
Whilst on our way home we came across a lovely coffee shop of a different kind called Bertie and Boo adventure Island, it had a soft play area for children at a cost of £2.90. The menu looked quite delicious as a healthy option to the usual rubbish the high street shops have to offer.  The environment was light, warm and child-friendly and had such a nice ambience about it.
As we had Daniel {my gawjus nephew} we decided to go in and sit down.  We both ordered a tea and a cup cake, the cupcakes are beautiful but when the sales assistant announced the price of my cupcake was £2.75 me and my sisters eyes nearly rolled out of our head.  As we sat down to process the expense we had a little giggle which ended in a full blown laugh with water-filled eyes. This behaviour is not uncommon for me and my sis as we often laugh until we cry over the silliest of things.

Today was a quiet one for me I completed both school runs, cooked and took it easy as of late I have started to feel quite lethargic and rundown.
After school Izee and Mr M decided to go to the park to practice and play football and within 40 minutes Isaaq had returned home with the sourest of faces with Mr M was head down in his BB about two paces behind him. Within 10 minutes of reaching home Izee had cornered me in the kitchen complaining about his Father and asking me "why does daddy always shout at me when I play football?" I looked at him and could see his distress to which I replied "daddy only shouts at you because he knows what your capable of and always wants you to do the best that you can do" he did not reply but he smiled slightly and loosened the frown lines that were embedded in his forehead.

I try my upmost not to say negative things to my children about their father whether I'm upset with him or if he has said something or behaved in a way I disapprove of with them.  My Mother never said anything bad about my Father even though there was plenty of opportunity to. When you constantly say negative things to a child about their other parent it can only lead to them growing up bitter or having negative feelings about the opposite sex when the become adults.

Thian (tee-ann) is my niece and today she is 6 years old........going on 60. She is a bright and funny young lady and there is no one in the world like her. This evening Thian invited us over for a cup of tea and a slice of birthday cake.  As soon as we entered her house she gave me and Les Enfants her usual hugs and kisses and as she looked behind me her immediate inquiry was where is Mr M? or uncle as she calls him. My response was he is very tired and has told me to give you his love. She then continued to report her day to me, telling me about her best friend Christine, whom is also her child minder and probably the same age as her mum; which made me giggle which made her slightly cross and in stern voice she explained to her slightly silly aunty that Christine maybe older than her but she loves her very much. She concluded with dancing and singing the evening away.