award winning performance

I put in an award winning performance as Grandma this weekend. It started Friday afternoon picking up Mathew from day care early so the centre could prepare for the Christmas party later. (Okay, I fell down a little when I couldn't find Mathew's present 'from Santa' in his bag) That evening, as Santa got further down his bag of goodies with no present for Mathew it dawned on us the day care staff hadn't found it either! Fortunately the centre is a hop, skip and a jump away so Eddie hoofed it home, I warned the day care staff, and by the whiskers of Santa's beard Mathew got his present. Of course Annika put on the usual performance because she didn't get a present but a chocolate Santa from Grandma helped a little.

The next day while the parents raved at Homebake (concert) all day and into the night I was left with the terrorist and the 'Emo' as Melissa calls Annika. We went to the pool. Put the swim vest on Mathew and off he went, jumping in the pool, climbing out on his own 'I do it!!!' and jumping in again. I lost count after the first hundred. On the way out I bought us a hot dog. The terrorist dropped the bread from his so I put it in the bin. With a mouth full of bread, he screamed ALL the way home, 'I want my bread.' Years of training at Tick Tock Nursery stood me in good stead there.

Had a quiet two hours at home watching TV (what a life saver that box is sometimes) then went to Annika's school for carols in the evening. Thankfully I took my fold up director's chair. A bit boring for Mathew and I almost quit after Annika did her performance in the junior choir but she wanted to watch the fireworks. They were worth the wait. Mathew's first question when he saw them was 'Where do they come from?' His second question was 'How are they made?' I fell back on the age old, 'Ask daddy tomorrow.' Jeez where do they come up with these questions at age three?

The following day it was off to IKEA with the whole family. Now IKEA tries hard but Mathew needs a play station every 10 yards not every 100. Get on it IKEA! He resorted to playing with the fire hydrant. Did I mention he loves wheels? We duly noted the aisle number etc of our shelves and, after lunch (meatballs of course) headed for the warehouse to pick them up. I swear NONE of the pieces were in the appointed place. It took us half an hour to find what we'd ordered. Naturally the kids were not taking kindly to this exercise.

Ed had purchased so much there was no room for the kids in the car so they came home with me. The first half hour passed quietly with 'Rory' playing on TV. Then the terrorist got going. Pulled off one of the eyepieces of a pair of old binoculars I'd set aside for the kids, with his teeth!
Discovered where I kept the hammer but I got to him before real damage done. Tried his best with the cricket bat but I rescued that too. I found him in my office with a digital videotape in his mouth. Fortunately I'd transferred it to the computer last week.

Ed showed up, put up my shelves bless him. I took an Immigran for the migraine I knew I was going to have and sank exhausted in my recliner after they left. Tried to watch TV but the eyes kept closing. Went to bed very early. Do I hear the cheers? Worth at least a silver I think!!!