Wrestle

Wrestle

This week my leg is out of action, I was playing and did a tiny little run and ‘ping’ went my calf muscle, pain, pain, pain and off to A and E!

What I’ve realised since I’ve been sensitively hopping is just how physical being a mum is.....ok, ok we all know that don’t we? Playing, running, racing, jumping, chasing, lifting, throwing and so on...........

What I’ve realised since I’ve been sensitively hopping is how much force is needed being a mum or more precisely how much force is needed to  get my boys to do the simplest things.

Take this morning, I tell the four year old it’s time to wash his face, simple request one would think. He begins by standing too far away to actually touch, I scoop him forward and he turns his head almost all the way round wise old owl like – as though water would actually make him melt Wicked Witch of Oz style. Then the flannel is too hot, too cold too wet and various other nonsense, till the only option is wrestle into a head lock and scrub, he wriggles and wriggles till smack his mouth crashes against the sink and I am reminded of Christmas morning two years ago when in almost the identical move he smacked his eye and we dashed off to A and E. My family certainly makes the most of the NHS.

He spent the rest of the festive period and is on all of the photos with a split eye and butterfly stitches, he now has a action man scar there which makes him look tougher than he is!

And really don’t get me started on trying to wipe noses that mucus madness takes agility, speed and strength in fact I’m thinking of recommending it as a new sport for the up and coming London Olympics. I’m no good at it so won’t be competing but have two little bogey monsters for the Olympic team to practice on with a seemingly never ending snot supply!

Since the baby started walking he sees every request as a challenge, and blimey he’s fast for little ‘un! Chubby little legs almost bionic as they streak through the house away from the bath or the nappies or - the biggest wrestling match of all time – the sleep suit! (Sleep suit press studs have been known to reduce my other half to tears of frustration alone- add a moving target to the equation and his brain will just malfunction!)

Right I smell a smell which means I’m off to hobble chase the little one around the house madly waving wet wipes......................................