Do you believe in Father Christmas?

This is old news I know, however I have to join in with the banter about the Health Minister saying that fat people are poor people. Well, I am not surprised. Have you been into the pound shop lately?  Why would I pay £2.50 for a multi pack of Charlotte’s Skips at Waitrose when they are, well a pound in my new favorite shop. Once you are in there it is like Santa’s Grotto – chilli nuts, After 8s, Walnut Whirls. Yum Yum and Yum.   

I had a small barney with Charlotte the other day. I said that I would ring Father Christmas to say that she doesn’t want any presents this year. Well, the little monkey ran to the phone, dialed Santa and said, “Mummy is very naughty and not on the good list. She does not want any presents”. Well, I don’t get much anyway so I don’t really care.  I will have to think of a new punishment now! 

Friday in our office is wine Friday. We finish at 5pm on the last working day of the week and celebrate by cracking open the vino a little bit before home time. Usually after just one glass of something sparkly, I feel a little bit squiffy and place some mint drops on my tongue before picking up Charlotte so that Nursery does not think I am an alcoholic. You might thing that a little strange but last year I got called into the office at the Nursery as the staff had noticed that Daddy’s breath smelled of alcohol, not just once but on several occasions. I was mortified but not sure why.  Embarrassed that my husband cannot do the pick up without a quick pint to numb the pain a bit of what lies ahead.  Do those girls really think Ben is an unfit Father that should be on the Jeremy Klye show? No, of course not, they are only doing their job and to be honest I am fairly impressed by how astute they are and Ben now never touches a drop of the amber nectar until the evening! 

I need to tell you about my lodger. He is my brother who moved in with us September 2011 for 3-4 months and he is still with us!  Not that I don’t mind the money, it is nice and helps us with the crippling nursery fees.  He is very good company and fairly tidy – he always washes up his own plate and cup and there is never any of his mess downstairs amongst the rubble of toys, Ben’s shoes, clothes, wet towels etc (there I go again with the towel thing, I have serious issues, I know).  Only little things about him bug me like the nicking of wine and Charlotte’s snack stash.  There is also a little bit too much black sock fluff around the house and the bathroom looks like it has hit an iceberg with the amount of water everywhere.  I just look forward to it just being the three of us again which will help with the clutter situation and I am may even have some impromptu romantic moments with my husband on the sofa of an evening while we are watching Miranda! Euugh, “enough already”, I hear you say. On that note: Hasta La Vista