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Sunday Funday as a lot of our regulars call it, is without a doubt the busiest day of the week for us and should be re-named ’NOT SO FUNDAY SUNDAY’.
It usually goes something like this… Wake up earlier each week with all good intentions of not having the stressful rush. Wake up children and try to take on the calm perfect mummy role. Ask two older children to go and bush their teeth and get dressed. Go back upstairs to get ready myself (never easy as seemingly two full double wardrobes is not enough choice in clothing) throw lots of clothes
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around room in slight panic. Choose what to wear and relax again. Come down stairs to find 9 year old hasn’t moved an inch and is watching minecraft videos on youtube. Try to remain calm and explain that i will have to turn the television off if he doesn’t do it immediately. Look for six year old – who has clothes on… Yippee! Oh no, wait a minute said clothes are already covered in what I can only hope is chocolate milk. Stress levels starting to rise. ”Billy, you have something all down you. Where did you make breakfast?” This is usually followed
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by several fibs that I finally get to the bottom of and go in search of what is inevitably going to be a mess. Yep, there it is! Milk and coco pops covering antique dining table, carpet and beautifully covered chair!
RYYYAAANNNN!
At this point I start to angrily question why once again I am doing this on my own (only forgetting he is getting three year old ready upstairs and dealing with another poo related accident) and the shouting increases tenfold.
Next comes the argument from eldest child who, yep you guessed it, is still sitting in front
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of youtube! My shouting, worrying about addiction and damn annoyance at the fact I’m sure the teenage years have come earlier than I thought they would, ends in turning t.v. off (to cry’s of outrage from both boys) and hiding the remote.
Relax!
Things seemed to have settled and I’m feeling like this is going to be a good day. I have now discussed behaviour with children and have settled them into something quiet and fun.
Ryan and I are now feeling like we have completed some great achievement and for once won’t be running late to the
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pub 🙂
Then…..we get the call! The call from either the chef or one of our waitresses saying we need something. Something has run out or low (maybe a Beer, or Wine or an ingredient of some kind) OR it could be something has suddenly broken (like ice machine, glass washer, toilet etc). So the second stage of panic in our day starts. Okay so now we now have an hour to get to shops or wholesaler (none of which are around the corner) or fix what ever it is that might have broken!
Writing about this stress is almost as stressful for me as
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dealing with it.
Our morning usually ends in arriving at the pub 10minues before opening an rushing around to get things set up – usually whilst arguing with each other over whose fault it is that we are never quite organised enough and ALWAYS in a rush.
The fully booked lunchtime service with a bar full of locals drinking, seems an absolute doodle compared to the preparing to do it. By 5pm I’m usually both shattered and starving.
We get home and are always excited that the weekend is over (odd I know) and Monday brings with it our only day
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off! Dinner, bath, bed, uniform and pack for school routine over with and by 9pm I’m ready to start counting sheep!
Sunday USED to be my favourite day of the week.
Before we brought our first pub I would…
– Have a lay in (I’m surprised I remember the phrase) unless I chose to wake at daybreak to do a recce of the local boot fair.
– Cook an amazing breakfast.
– Read the Sunday Times and usually Saturdays Guardian as well (I still get these delivered and could save a fortune if I just admitted to myself I never get the chance to read them
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now)
– Go for a walk or a family day out
– Do a bit of food shopping
– Cook a family roast dinner
– Have a relaxing bath (instead of a quick shower)
– Don P.J’s and watch the telly.
I haven’t really thought about how much I used to enjoy my Sundays before now.
You see today I am cursing my parents for the sickness bug I’ve caught from them. I am currently held up in my locked bedroom, with the papers on my lap, the T.V on and doing a bit of online shopping all whilst clinging to my plastic bucket. I’ve also managed to have not one but two
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long soaks in the bath already and am planning a third one later on and am sure it will be just as pleasant as the first. Okay so the walk, and all food related tasks are definitely off the list but I’ve managed to remember what I LOVE about Sundays. I’m secretly pretty sure that Ryan’s profanities for my parents are far more obscene than my own since he has had to do all of the first half of this post by himself….I just hope he and the children can escape it.
I think I may need to be in quarantine for a little while longer yet to be sure!
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ColemanClan - 8 Nov 15
Sunday Funday as a lot of our regulars call it, is without a doubt the busiest day of the week for us and should be re-named ‘NOT SO FUNDAY SUNDAY’.
It usually goes something like this… Wake up earlier each week with all good intentions of not having the stressful rush. Wake up children and try to take on the calm perfect mummy role. Ask two older children to go and bush their teeth and get dressed. Go back upstairs to get ready myself (never easy as seemingly two full double wardrobes is not enough choice in clothing) throw lots of clothes around room in slight panic. Choose what to wear and relax again. Come down stairs to find 9 year old hasn’t moved an inch and is watching minecraft videos on youtube. Try to remain calm and explain that i will have to turn the television off if he doesn’t do it immediately. Look for six year old – who has clothes on… Yippee! Oh no, wait a minute said clothes are already covered in what I can only hope is chocolate milk. Stress levels starting to rise. “Billy, you have something all down you. Where did you make breakfast?” This is usually followed by several fibs that I finally get to the bottom of and go in search of what is inevitably going to be a mess. Yep, there it is! Milk and coco pops covering antique dining table, carpet and beautifully covered chair!
RYYYAAANNNN!
At this point I start to angrily question why once again I am doing this on my own (only forgetting he is getting three year old ready upstairs and dealing with another poo related accident) and the shouting increases tenfold.
Next comes the argument from eldest child who, yep you guessed it, is still sitting in front of youtube! My shouting, worrying about addiction and damn annoyance at the fact I’m sure the teenage years have come earlier than I thought they would, ends in turning t.v. off (to cry’s of outrage from both boys) and hiding the remote.
Relax!
Things seemed to have settled and I’m feeling like this is going to be a good day. I have now discussed behaviour with children and have settled them into something quiet and fun.
Ryan and I are now feeling like we have completed some great achievement and for once won’t be running late to the pub 🙂
Then…..we get the call! The call from either the chef or one of our waitresses saying we need something. Something has run out or low (maybe a Beer, or Wine or an ingredient of some kind) OR it could be something has suddenly broken (like ice machine, glass washer, toilet etc). So the second stage of panic in our day starts. Okay so now we now have an hour to get to shops or wholesaler (none of which are around the corner) or fix what ever it is that might have broken!
Writing about this stress is almost as stressful for me as dealing with it.
Our morning usually ends in arriving at the pub 10minues before opening an rushing around to get things set up – usually whilst arguing with each other over whose fault it is that we are never quite organised enough and ALWAYS in a rush.
The fully booked lunchtime service with a bar full of locals drinking, seems an absolute doodle compared to the preparing to do it. By 5pm I’m usually both shattered and starving.
We get home and are always excited that the weekend is over (odd I know) and Monday brings with it our only day off! Dinner, bath, bed, uniform and pack for school routine over with and by 9pm I’m ready to start counting sheep!
Sunday USED to be my favourite day of the week.
Before we brought our first pub I would…
– Have a lay in (I’m surprised I remember the phrase) unless I chose to wake at daybreak to do a recce of the local boot fair.
– Cook an amazing breakfast.
– Read the Sunday Times and usually Saturdays Guardian as well (I still get these delivered and could save a fortune if I just admitted to myself I never get the chance to read them now)
– Go for a walk or a family day out
– Do a bit of food shopping
– Cook a family roast dinner
– Have a relaxing bath (instead of a quick shower)
– Don P.J’s and watch the telly.
I haven’t really thought about how much I used to enjoy my Sundays before now.
You see today I am cursing my parents for the sickness bug I’ve caught from them. I am currently held up in my locked bedroom, with the papers on my lap, the T.V on and doing a bit of online shopping all whilst clinging to my plastic bucket. I’ve also managed to have not one but two long soaks in the bath already and am planning a third one later on and am sure it will be just as pleasant as the first. Okay so the walk, and all food related tasks are definitely off the list but I’ve managed to remember what I LOVE about Sundays. I’m secretly pretty sure that Ryan’s profanities for my parents are far more obscene than my own since he has had to do all of the first half of this post by himself….I just hope he and the children can escape it.
I think I may need to be in quarantine for a little while longer yet to be sure!
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