Spending Money and Mummy Loses the Plot.

Munch came into our room at 8.40 this morning as some how his clock has gone walk abouts and he didn’t know what time it was. He got into bed withe us and watched the TV for 20 minutes and we all got up at 9am.

Munch watched the tv and had a bit of computer time before helping daddy sweep down the car of snow, we decided to brave the weather as we had no new snow since yesterday afternoon and take Munch and his £50 to Smyths Toystore and then go for breakfast.

We got to Smyths just as it opened, Munch spent all of his money he bought a Pirate Ship, a Cub Penguin Igloo with a dance floor in it and a dancing penguin, and a large Lego Square.

We called in our local cafe for breakfast, me and daddy had heart attack breakfasts and Munch had beans on toast, it was yummy, we almost always went out for breakfast on a Sunday before Munch came along and it is nice to do it with him as well.

We got home and opened all of Munch’s goodies and assembled them, he spent ages playing with his Pirate Ship, before we ran daddy to the train station as he was going out for a Christmas drink with friends.

Once home the promised call to big cousin was made but she was out and her mum said she would phone when she got in, in about 1/2 hour, Munch played on the computer until she phoned and they then played on Club Penguin together.

When they had finished Munch then played with his Lego building shop’s and cafes on his new big square, before taking his big Pirate Ship up to the bath, we did try to see if it would float but it wouldn’t so it was placed on the toilet seat next to the bath so it could be played with.

TV and supper afterwards then up to brush teeth, Munch is driving me insane with his not brushing his teeth properly, he hardly ouch’s them makes a big fuse about having to spit all the time so actually spends more time spitting, I have tried everything, consequences, nasty teeth stories, doing them myself, but he bits down on the brush, and I feel like as you cannot brush them nicely when doing them myself that it actually feels like I am becoming abusive if you see what I mean as you end up having to man handle him a bit. Tonight I have to say I just lost the plot and yelled and shouted, took the toothbrush from him and threw it in the sink, told him to get into bed as he had made me really angry over not brushing his teeth, told him I was going to leave a note under the Christmas Tree for the Elves to give Santa to say that he cannot brush his teeth properly, I even yelled up the stairs when I got down “and your breath stink”, oh my goodness how childish, and how awful did I feel.

Munch then called down that he wanted to brush them properly, so I went back up, I sat in front of him and got him to copy me, and he brushed them beautifully, so big fuss was made of how good his teeth looked, and how lovely his breath smelled!!! Big hugs and kisses and one little boy tucked up in bed.