I am sitting in hotel room in London with the dc's. Need I say any more?
It seemed like such a good idea a few months ago to take the dc's to 'do London',so I planned and booked and then planned some more. All good and ready.
Monday-legoland, good day, used hand stamped exit passes for the first time, felt very guilty but it was a tremendous help and things went quite smoothly. Apart from youngest dc getting lost- still at least I now know and can reassure others that their lost child proceedures work (he was only gone for 45mins
), had dinner in some rubbish chinese place where dc's ate hardly anything and cost me £51, they were all sqirmy and not good company. oh and youngest wet his pants while out so had wet shorts on for much of the afternoon till I was able to change him.
Tuesday-Doctor Who experience, now this is ds's thing so thought it would be well worth the second mortgage money I needed to pay. (£18 just to park
). Only ds really NEEDED to get to the shop at the end so I spent most of it holding him back, youngest dc was not into it and let everyone (and I mean everyone in the building) know he was bored and not happy. So stressful, so took them to Burger King for tea. Oh and youngest wet his pants while out again!
Today- Natural History and Science museums. Well ds was hyper, youngest totally uncooperative, oldest deciding to join in was not best behaved either.Then spent £80, yes I said eight, zero, Pounds on a meal for the five of us, spaghetti house in knightsbridge. Well kids were awful, ds was soo autistic, ordered his favourite spaghetti and meatballs for him to take one taste and declare it didn't taste 'like it does at home' (well for £80 I hope they are not using tesco basic like we do at home). Ds was wriggly, shouty and genarally a right pita, dh goes to stop a glass being knocked over and instead knocks the whole FULL jug of water all over the table, me and youngest!!! Dessert-ds orders chocolate pizza, takes one bite of the pizza then just eats the choc sauce, so for dinner he has eaten 1 string of spaghetti and a pot of nutella. Arrrg!. By this point ds was nearly on the ceiling deciding it would be fun to wear the choc sauce and had to be restrained and taken out of the restaurant.The staff were great and we were fortunatly near the back but I was still mortified. But on the plus side no wet pants.
I am now having a diet coke to cheer me up and 'looking forward' to tommorow when we are going to The Tower of London
So please in the future remind me that 'a nice week in London' is not a good idea for my lot!