A post by Little Grandma.
This was last weekend.
After spending the best part of Saturday with my head down the toilet, whilst leaving The Viking to hold the fort (childcare only, not housework); Sunday, I decided to take the 3 Little Uncles and Belle to a museum (Rosie's suggestion; I don't think she realises museums are full of expensive, breakable objects which don't mix well with Little Uncles).
Only four loads of washing, Saturday's entire washing up, and the usual bum-wiping, wrestling and referreeing to contend with while The Viking had a well earned lie-in (ahem!), before we could set off in the car.
We like to listen to music in the car and The Littlest Uncle's favourite at the moment is 'Nu ska vi sjunga', a compilation of Swedish songs. He sings along so beautifully, with his dear little voice and angelic expression; until someone dares to interrupt, or join in the singing, then he sounds like a tortured animal and screams and screams until I remove the cd from the player, and play it again, from the start. This doesn't go down very well with the other two Uncles I hasten to add.
Needless to say, I arrived at the museum with a bit of a headache.
Craving for coffee, but knowing that a visit to the museum cafe would be a very expensive trip to hell, we began to look round...