Hmm … a quiet night in!

So, last Friday husband arrived home from work to a very unusual state of play in the house … It. Was. Quiet! And, as anyone who reads my blog will have probably guessed, this is an extremely unusual occurrence … I have three children and three dogs for goodness sake … it is never quiet in my house … I repeat … never quiet … it is normally chaotic … and, invariably on a weekend, because why the hell not, a few other children are thrown in to the mix … hallelujah … because obviously three is just not enough (note for those friends whose children may spend time at mine please don’t take offence but if I say I love having lots and lots of children in the house … frankly it just doesn’t sound as funny) But … on this particular evening all three children (and their friends) were out … really bizarre!

Now, again, those who read my blog where I regularly rant about my teenagers, because, quite honestly, I find that far more humorous than talking about their wonderfully good behaviour and achievements, may think that I would be rejoicing at their presence being elsewhere but … no … funnily enough I love them being here … so when husband’s first words on opening the door were “Wow, baby, this is what it is going to be like all the time when we are older!” Just no, no,no!

… the quietness is eery … popular to contrary belief, I totally just love hearing Justin Bieber blaring out from one room, son gaming very loudly on FaceTime in another room (why they feel the need to shout incessantly I have no idea) … pausing periodically only to bash his frustration out on his full-size drum kit (I know … our own fault for encouraging that particular hobby … what were we thinking?!) and another daughter singing at full volume into a microphone in another room … wait for it … All. At. The. Same. Time!

… a beautiful symphony of teenage sounds punctuated only by loud shrieks of

“CAN YOU STOP SHOUTING ON FACETIME I’M TRYING TO WATCH NETFLIX!” … then

“OH FOR GOD’S SAKE I’VE HEARD THAT LINE 25 TIMES NOW PLEASE SING SOMETHING ELSE OR, I KNOW WHAT … STOP!”

“GET OUT OF MY ROOM I’M TRYING TO RECORD A VIDEO!”

“MUUUUUUM CAN SO & SO STAY TONIGHT?”

Oh hang on, what’s that? Oh of course … the drumming has started again!

… so, in our attempts to bring the family back together we usually suggest dinner and a film downstairs (read … stop the bloody teenage racket!) an argument then ensues about which film, who’s sitting where, moans about mobile phones being turned off and cheeky checking of phones which are only met with “MUUUUUUUUM SHE’S CHECKING HER PHONE !”

… this usual noise, this usual chaos … it really is just pure bliss … you can tell, can’t you? … a truly wonderful way to spend an evening … I can understand why you may be jealous … who would even want the opportunity of a quiet night in when they could subject themselves to this beautiful way of living? A perfect start to every weekend … arghhhhh! What was I thinking with the no, no, no … so … to my husband there are times (sorry kids) when I can happily say “remind me what it’s going to be like when we are older?” … just saying!

Disclaimer … kids if you are reading this … I don’t mean a single word … you are all angels and I adore you!

First published by Meet Other Mums April 2016

 

 

4 thoughts on “Hmm … a quiet night in!

  1. Your house sounds strangely very much like ours – especially the evenings when I try to get them all together watching a film. Why do we even suggest it?!

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    1. Ha ha I often read your blogs and think the same – very similar! Have just written a new post about holidaying with teens – think you may sympathise – will publish tomorrow. Thank you so much for commenting x

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