The Perfect Parent Night In

Twas the night after a work day, when all through the house,
No children are stirring, not even for snacks
Mummy is tired, Daddy is zonked,
Which means it is time to put their fab onesies on.

When I was young I thought I knew what tired meant. Oh boy, was I deluded! Fast forward many a few years later and I am a mother of two children, run my own business full time (from home), help with school trips/escort duty, shop, cook, clean, pay bills etc. Roy isn’t any less busy. His work day often starts at 7am (sometimes earlier) and may finish at any time. Then he likes to spend time with the boys, help with house stuff… you get it, we’re busy.

This kind of non-stop action is great in a Marvel film however when your parenting superpowers are starting to fade at the end of the evening you need some proper chilling out time to recuperate.

The Essentials

Food
Food is fuel. While I would happily flop in front of the TV with a takeaway this gets expensive and isn’t the healthiest option. The slow cooker is my friend. We tend to eat all together as a family but sometimes having a meal for just us, and one I haven’t just been slaving over, is a win.

Comfort
Oh boy, let me tell you. There is nothing, and I mean nothing more fabulous than ditching the jeans and socks, flinging off my bra and slipping into something comfortable. We’ve been married nearly fourteen years now and again, have children. My slipping into something “comfortable” no longer means something silky. It means a giant, fluffy, warm and comfortable panda onesie or similar.
For true glass of wine/cup of proper coffee in hand, TV watching, snuggled up chilling without the kids, proper attire is a must.

Seriously, I need to get us a couple of these! They have pockets FOR SNACKS and everything!

Entertainment
Once the boys are in bed our energy levels start to wane a little. We don’t want to do anything particularly energetic however we want to do something rather than fall into bed at 7.30pm (sometimes we are tired enough to fall into bed at 7.30pm). We watch TV (things we’ve saved up/recorded to watch together), he might play on the Xbox while I piddle about beside him on the tablet, he might do some of his crafty stuff, I might make a new piece of jewellery. 

 

Top Tips for A Perfect Parent Night In

Nothing is going to spoil your zen-like feeling of complete relaxation quicker than interlopers. You know the sort, small, cute-looking and very demanding? You need to pre-empt their disruption attacks by being proactive.

For example:

  • Water/juice in a sports bottle (age appropriate) may be left outside bedroom doors to quench the inevitable “I’m thirstyyyyy” calls.
  • Before bed make sure each child eats something you call the bedtime snack and make sure they know that this food is special and magical and will fill their tummy all night and that they can’t possibly have anything else.
  • Spray water around the bedroom from a bottle with a label that reads “monster and nightmare spray”. You are dealing with bad dreams and monsters in advance. It works, trust us.
  • Older kids can be threatened with wi-fi/digital time withdrawal if they come downstairs after a certain time (highly effective).
  • Leave a pencil and paper outside children’s room so that thing they HAVE to tell you can be written down and you will see it when you come up to bed.Job’s a good ‘un!

What’s your idea of a perfectly relaxing evening in?

My Children Love Me Enough to Buy Hot Dogs

We really don’t do Valentine’s Day (Roy and I). We’re not anti-St Val’s by any means we just don’t feel the need (we’re more the spontaneous romantics and doing little things to make each other smile regularly people). Given our somewhat meh stance on gift gifting, I was quite surprised when Taylor became quite upset walking home from swimming on the 14th February because he hadn’t got me anything for Valentine’s Day. The poor lad was really quite upset with himself, as I am the girl he loves the most.

Thankfully we walk past the shop on the way home so he borrowed all the cash I had on me, my £1 coin swimming locker change, to buy me something special.
Who needs a steak dinner when you have fab boys like mine and a tin of hot dogs?

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