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>> Monday, 13 December 2010

... or alternatively, that I am a goddess.

(It all depends on your point of view).

So there we were, the Boys and I, making our way home from a friend's house and up against it to get there in time before Boy 1's slimy (I'm sorry, but there is no other word for him) guitar teacher arrived and started charging us for time from the second he clocked in.

Picture the scene; it was a relatively mild late afternoon of only -4 degreesC. It had been snowing, but only a little, so whilst there was a light covering on the road, it wasn't enough to allow the sled to run freely with 2 tired boys on it. I had to choose. Knowing which was the more troublesome of my two sons, I put Boy #2 on it for the first 200 metres, and was planning on putting Boy #1 on it for the second.

Obviously, it was going to be disastrous whichever way I tried to play it. Obviously. And so it proved when I forcibly ejected Boy #2 from the seat of power as we passed the compound Christmas tree (the pre-agreed tipping point), and tried to replace him with an up-until-that-moment-whingeing-terribly Boy #1.

Boy #2 retaliated against his fall from grace by shouting even louder than his older brother had previously been doing ('anything you can do Bro, I can do better...'), and bodily hurling himself across the back of the sled (one of those picturesque wooden number on raised runners that actually works quite well), and holding for dear life as I tried to tug both him and his older brother along. Since their combined weight was around 50kg, the sled was having none of it and stuck fast on the meagre snow covering as I slipped and slid around, cursing somewhat, on the icy road.

Oh boy. It wasn't pretty.

But then, a brainwave.

"I tell you what, Boy #2. You come up front with me, stand inside the rope of the sled, and you can be Rudolph and help me pull Boy #1 along..."

I held my breath.

"Oh yes! Yes! YES MAMA! Quick, quick, let me come in!" And he shot around to the front of the sled in 2 seconds flat and ducked under what were now to be known as 'the reins'. But that's not all. We walked 10 meters before animal crazy Boy #1, reclining in splendour on the seat of power, spoke up.

"Can I be the reindeer, Boy #2? You be Father Christmas, and I'll be the reindeer."

"OK."

And with much dashing, prancing, whinnying (because reindeers do that, you know), and 'Faster Donner! Faster Blixen!' and pretend whip cracks from the sled, we were home faster than you could say 'And when we get home Boys, let's make glittery paper snowflakes to hang in the window.'

Who would have thought the solution could be so simple? So I rest my case; either there IS a god (and he put that thought into my head), or I am a goddess.

And in honour of that second possibility, here is the last of the illustrations from Next's 12 Days of Christmas campaign (yes yes, I know it's the 13th today), and my final pick from their catalogue. Cue - appropriately - drumroll...


























After this afternoon's brush with divinity, I decided to look for something suitably goddess-like - or at least, that might make me feel that way.

I think these might do it. On the other hand, I might instead end up with a muffin top, and get all hot and sweaty whilst I stick to the seats of a leather sofa, but a girl can dream, can't she?

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6 comments:

nappy valley girl 13 December 2010 at 23:15  

Clearly you are a boy-juggling genius. We suffer from the same spirit of competition here - earlier there was a meltdown over who was going to have their shoes put on first.....(and yes, LB1 really is old enough to put his own on).

Iota 14 December 2010 at 00:12  

You might be a goddess, or you might be Mrs Claus, what with your inside knowledge of reindeer behaviour.

Home Office Mum 14 December 2010 at 11:10  

You see, if that had been my two boys, it would have played out exactly the same until boy 1 would have said: but it's not fair, I want to be a reindeer and the two of them would have ended up arguing about who was a reindeer the whole way home, both pulling an empty sled. Glad to know children are the same no matter where they are.

Knackered Mother 14 December 2010 at 21:34  

I love how we all hold our breath when such a suggestion has been made and then CANT QUITE BELIEVE IT when it works out! Well done you, a stroke of domestic goddess-like genius x

family Affairs 15 December 2010 at 10:28  

The skills we need......diplomatic service training extraordinaire! Lx

Potty Mummy 15 December 2010 at 13:58  

NVG, they may be old enough to put on their shoes, but will they? No...

Iota, isn't Mrs Claus a goddess anyway?

HOM, they certainly are!

KM, I know, unbelievable how they often fall for the most ridiculous things!

FA, yes, I was wasted as a SAHM, should have been a negotiator for the middle East problem...

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