Weekend with Granny


Friday morning went very considering I had not gone to bed until 2am after consuming several rather large glasses of wine, my feet still hurt from wearing ridiculously high heels for the 1st time in what must be a year now.

Munch was very excited because when I picked him up from school we were driving straight to Granny’s in Wales, after having breakfast and getting ready for school Munch got out his rucksack and filled it with toy’s and games to take.

I picked Munch up from school, we made ourselves comfy in the car and off we set. I had made us up some rolls and we had some crisps and drinks and we set off, part way there I became very tired and had to pull off the motorway for a rest, we had a loo break and I grabbed a coffee and we were on our way. The traffic was heavy through London and on some parts of the M4 so it was 9pm before we reached Granny’s house. We are lucky that Munch is so good in the car, in total from leaving school to reaching granny’s was 6 hours!!!!

When we got there Munch was very excited he was out of the car and running to find the house with the tile missing off the porch, that’s how he always knows which one is Granny’s and was in and having a big hug with granny, a proper hug, unlike before so he made granny’s day.

We had a drink and granny gave Munch his christmas cards and then we had to play a quick game of his Junior Monopoly which I had said he could do, I limited the time to 1/2 hour as it was 10pm before we started, by the time we had finished and Munch had his supper it was 10.45pm when he got into bed a hug and a kiss and Munch was away with the fairy’s.

Munch had a cough which had been developing over the previous few day’s, me and him were sharing a bedroom and during the night he called me to tell me he had a little cough.

Next day we got up and watched tv with granny for a while, we had a little outing to the shop but did not go far as, my sister-in-law and niece were coming to granny’s today as well and staying until tomorrow. Munch could not wait for them to get there, when they arrived he was very happy and him and his cousin got on with doing what children do and played all afternoon.

Later on my cousin’s wife and her daughter and friend came, all of the children played together for a while, really nicely considering the 3 girls were all a few years older than Munch. Munch was very well-behaved, he had to sit on the step a couple of times earlier, not for any major incidents but more because he can be very boulshie when in other people company and give’s it the big I am and I wanted to control it before it got over the top.

We all sat down to watch strictly Come Dancing and then the x Factor and Munch even sat nicely and watched these, once they were over it was supper and bed.

For the second morning running on Sunday we got to have a lay in until almost 9am. Munch got up and went downstairs as Granny was down there. I went down to find him sitting in font of the fire looking at presents granny had put there ready for after dinner as she was doing a Christmassy dinner as we were all together, Munch was chomping at the bit to open his but granny said no till after dinner, can I have my dinner now please said Munch at 9am. The girls eventually go up as my cousins daughter had stayed over night as well and eventually we were all dressed and ready for the day we had a lovely dinner and Munch was so excited about having prawn crackers as he insists on calling Christmas crackers, we all opened our little token presents and Munch was very pleased to get a set of Power Rangers, before all sitting round the coffee table for a lovely selection of deserts.

I nipped out to the car for some reason and by the time I got back Munch was in the kitchen with a stoney look on his face, S-I-L explained that he had just hurt one of the girls fingers and had been asked to say sorry, Munch being Munch though and very stubborn would not do so, also because I was told afterwards he had not realised at the time that he had hurt her as it was an accident, I asked him to apologise, nothing, now I now from experience the more you go on the more he digs his heals in, I told him what he needed to do and left him as I now he would have stood in the door way for a minute or to then with a frown on his face would have mumbled sorry, not ideal I now, but a big step for him, and gradually came in the room and joined us.

My cousin’s wife kept talking to him though and then went in the Kitchen to talk to him, he was getting more and more agitated by now and the glass doors were being slammed and still she talked, so I just said to her that she was fuelling him, we all needed just to get on and ignore him until he came round which he did within a few minutes then.

It’s very difficult with other people, but as parents of adopted children or any children for that matter we have to tell them our way’s.

Dinner finished and gradually people started leaving, S-I-L and niece first, followed by cousin’s wife and daughter, we eventually left at 5.50pm, granny was very happy as Munch not looing at her said just as he was getting into the car ‘love you’,made Granny’s weekend. We stopped for petrol and Munch got some sweets which made his hand sticky and he was not happy and kept screaming, even after he fell asleep every now and again he woe up screamed and shook his hands a bit then off he would go again. I stopped for a coffee and so Munch could wash his hands, from then on in he was wide awake, we had a great conversation when driving around Parliament Square about the student riots that had happened a few day’s before.

We arrived home at 10pm, Munch was out of the car and running up the drive to see daddy and the dog, supper and drink and into bed for my little man, his cough had gotten steadily worse over the weekend, so I decided to see how he was in the morning to decide whether or not to take him into school.

All in all a very good and weekend, everyone had a great time, and they all remarked on how much calmer and how he seemed much more settled now, hurrah, we must be getting somewhere.

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