So it's Saturday evening in the Erskine household, and every new year, we all make rash new year's resolutions. One made jointly by my husband and I was to spend more 'quality time' with our four children. Tonight we are going to attempt to play the board game 'Hullabaloo'. God only knows how long it's been unopened in the cupboard, I think it was a christmas present circa 1982. From what I understand, although I may have this very wrong, it involves animal noises and actions, and generally making a complete arse of yourself in the name of good fun. The baby I'm sure will enjoy it. Either that, or spoil everyone's fun by being needy. She is at the moment lying on the carpet laughing at the setting up process - so far so good.
Now, game playing with 3 children (and a baby) can go one of two ways, it can all be calm and wholesome and everyone plays nicely, leaving us with that warm, fuzzy feeling of being a good parent. Or, all hell can break loose. Generally, the latter happens after a certain period of time has elapsed. You'd think the 3 year old would have the shortest attention span, but it's currently the moody 7 year old with a teenage attitude, who currently wants to do nothing that doesn't involve a wii, ds or pc. He is not even in the room at the moment, he will need dragged in by the ears to encourage participation.
Wish me luck. Judging by the chaos ensuing, my thoughts on the game rules were completely wrong. Seems like some sort of electronic twister thing. Coloured spots on the floor and lots of running around, landing on specified shapes and colours. Seems like a game which will inevitably end in a painful collision and some child or other being in an extreme huff. I'll sit this one out ready to jump in with my referee's whistle and a cold compress. Think I best move the baby - being number 4, I do tend to forget her exact location at times. I do mean within the room, not like leaving her in a trolley at tesco. No need to pass her a phone on speed dial to childline or anything.
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