I apologise in advance if this turns out to be a bit moany. I didn't get to sleep particularly early last night, and I've now got a headache to remind me of that fact.
Anyway, today was a trip to Drayton Manor. Our fourth visit (I think). The queues have been getting longer every time, and today rather took the proverbial biscuit. I think the highlight was queuing for 40 minutes for a ride (which took us about halfway up the queue) only for Joshua to decide that we shouldn't wait any longer. (I have to admit, I was inclined to agree...) The particularly frustrating thing from my perspective (is this really shocking?) was the 'queue skipping' bands that people seemed to have. Many of them appeared to be sported by disabled people (and their carers). I'm not sure why (and this isn't a moan, it's a genuine thought) it's better for a four-year-old to have to wait in a queue that (if we'd taken it to its conclusion) would have lasted nudging an hour and a half, than for disabled people and their carers to have to wait a little longer. There seemed never to be a particularly long queue for them, and they always had priority (this is all queue-jumpers, not just disabled and carers) which meant that our queue moved even slower.
All-in-all, not quite the same as our first experience, where Joshua had a total of five goes on 'Troublesome Trucks' in a row, without even having to get off, because there was absolutely no queue. Now THAT was awesome.
Anyway, we've come home tired (I was the only one who didn't fall asleep in the car, and I wasn't far off!)
Other than that, this week has been a sorting and gardening sort of week, which is ok. The gardening makes up for the sorting. We've been organising our room for the new arrival (9 days and counting) and therefore sorting Joshua's room as well.
Last night we had tears because he wanted his old furniture back. I talked with him about it being our furniture and that we shared it with each other in our family, because we love each other - like I share my cars with him. (That, too, is under some duress!)
Anyway, he's got a new chest of drawers out of the deal, and he's now got pictures on the drawers of their contents, in the (vain?) hope that he'll help put his clothes away...
Speaking of clothes, we found some at Anna's parents, many of which had never fitted Joshua (10lb2 is bigger than 'newborn' it would appear). We were collecting them up, and Joshua decided he'd try on his little brother/sister's new clothes:
Strangely, they still seem not to fit him... Slightly scary that they don't even come up to his knees!
30 years on, YLT still cut the mustard
6 years ago
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