As 2017 rattles to an end, it’s a time for reflection.
My reflections are that the year in general was OK; it had its ups and downs but there were no major traumas.
We could all probably do with more sleep.
It’s also a time to look forward to the coming year (that would be 2018) and make New Year’s resolutions.
Here are the resolutions that I made last year; obviously I failed to keep to any of these.
This year I have one; to sleep more. (And maybe get better at reflecting. And counting).
The former is, of course, largely dependent on my darling children and their sleeping habits so I thought I would set some resolutions on their behalf.
We shook hands on it and everything so it’s 100% going to happen.
The small one’s resolutions:
Maybe even half past! Probably not though. Things to do see, up and at ’em.
2) I will go to bed without complaint.
Or at least minimise it to half an hour so that my mummy and daddy can have their dinner before 9pm.
3) I will eat food which my mum has lovingly cooked.
Without screaming, ketchup and bribery.
4) I will learn to pee on the potty or toilet.
And not right blinking next to it.
5) I will not shout at my mummy.
Just because she is not daddy.
6) I will treat my toys with respect.
I will not throw things at the wall, stamp on things or leave them in the park.
7) I will not whine.
But instead learn to communicate what I want in a calm, rational manner.
The big one’s resolutions
1) I will share my toys with my brother.
And/or I won’t steal his toys. One or the other is fine.
2) I will use a fork and not my hands.
And might even consider using a knife. Might.
3) I will not use my brother as a scapegoat.
Especially when he’s not even in the room.
4) I will always give good warning before requiring a toilet stop.
Because screaming ‘I need a wee!’ in the middle of Peacock’s changing rooms is awkward for everyone.
5) I will let my mum wash and brush my hair.
Without screaming so much the neighbours call the police.
6) I will tidy up after myself.
Or learn not to get every single toy I own out and strewn across the floor in the time it takes my mum to answer the door to the Amazon delivery guy.
7) I will not flash my bottom.
Four year olds, man. No decorum.