The Undertaker Mum

As I'm writing this, I'm watching 3 of my 4 children play outside. (The youngest monster has finally given into sleep after a monumental meltdown). They are shooting each other with Nerf guns, laughing, playing, loving life. Ian is in the front room catching up on some paperwork, and I am in the kitchen making tea for everyone. Today, we have been shopping for new shoes and clothes for the boys. What should have been a relatively swift trip turned into a nightmare when the children turned into gremlins as soon as we walked through the shop door. As any mother will tell you, sometimes the bollocking in the middle of the shop is not very effective. I resorted to the hushed whispered threat that I would, and absolutely would, remove their clothes and make them stand in the shop in their underwear for the remainder of the shopping trip. Worked a treat. Apart from Tommy - he couldn't give a shit what he is or isn't wearing - he just wants to run around like a child possess...