Good Friday Morning Agreement

Mark Parenting 9 Comments

playing in the parkLast week finished with me overhearing the boys agree to be best friends. It was sealed with a high-five. A high-five followed by Luca handing over his favourite car, what remained of his banana, and asking for sweets on his brothers behalf. I’m guessing I may have missed the protracted negotiations that preceded this landmark agreement.

Even so, it was lovely to hear them agree to move their relationship on from one of toleration to something altogether more endearing.

It’s become known as the Good Friday Morning agreement; on account of it only lasting until lunchtime.

This week however I’ve become the embodiment of Mo Mowlem, refusing to let either party leave the negotiating table (until they’ve at least tried one vegetable), and ensuring that for every step back at least two steps forward are taken, even if they are taken reluctantly and with a helpful nudge in the back.

Five days on and I’m proud to announce that the ceasefire has held. Yes there has been the odd dissident pout and stare, one or two aggressively pointed fingers, and the occasional shout of ‘I don’t like you”, but for all intents and purposes the peace process remains on track. Such is the progress that Tony Blair has been seen milling around, waiting for a photo opportunity.

This monumental moment in history has far reaching implications for the wider world too (or more specifically me).

Of the dozen cups of coffee I make in a day I’m now drinking at least three of them.

The other nine remain somewhere safe. Out of the reach of flailing limbs and stray elbows. Hidden from the outside world until such a time as Channel Four decide to recommission Time Team.

I’m no expert in Egyptology but I’d hazard a guess at this being the reason why so many ancient relics are crockery.

Instead of running out of clean mugs on Tuesday, our game of ‘Find the lost cold coffee of daddy’ might not be played until Thursday. (Sometimes known as the ‘Ooh, look what’s growing in that cup!’ game).

Such is my confidence in this new found ‘free’ time that I’ve even dug out and dusted down my cafetiere. Obviously I have no coffee to use in it but still, fresh coffee on a weekday, imagine that!

That they’ll entertain each other means I can now make myself lunch after feeding them theirs. My diet has gone from one of passively drunk coffee and crusts to a sandwich and five minutes peace.

I can make dinner without a toddler hanging off my ankles and his brother perched precariously on the worktop snapping spaghetti.

I can enjoy a shower while they happily chase each other around the bathroom, at least until they leave the room together, armed to the teeth with toilet rolls and toothpaste.

But most of all I can just sit on the sofa and watch as they play together nicely, share a joke, or launch a combined assault in order to stop me going to the toilet. (Janet feels it necessary to add that I could also do a little housework. I think not).

Sometimes I’ve questioned my sanity in having two children so close together.

On weeks like this however I feel really grateful that they are but a year and three days apart.
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Comments 9

  1. Ah… Ours are 25 months apart and a girl and a boy but they do play so well together (most of the time) and I love them being close in age. I do think it helps the princess is the oldest, she has an engle’s patients with the little man.

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      Sometimes I wish mine were the other way round, albeit I can’t claim either to be an angel.
      Thanks for commenting, have a lovely week.

  2. A bit of political humour there from you. Very funny, as always. Now don’t be expecting any more comments until you start repaying the favour,
    Nelly xxxxx

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      Political humour with a topical reference point still stuck in the 90’s. One day I’ll wake up and find out the Conservatives are back in power but until then …

      Off to comment on your blog, honestly.

  3. Maybe I need you to come visit us – bit like supernanny! My youngest 2 are 18mths apart but it’s the bigger gaps that argue (mind oldest IS 16).

    Saying that computer games conquer all and I get 5 minutes peace.

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      The thought of me playing the role of Supernanny scares even me! It would be on Channel Five and include the subtext … “goes wrong!”

  4. Aw, I love it when siblings are friends. My two have a bigger age gap but at 2.5 and 5, the negotiations happen on a daily basis. The Mo Mowlem approach may be the way forward for them too.

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      We’re back at the negotiating table on a daily (or rather hourly) basis. Not sure I have the patience of Mo this week!

      Thanks for reading and commenting.

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