Wind down

Hello everyone,
I signed off quite abruptly earlier. I had quite a busy evening so only getting to escape to the sanctuary of my room now.
 I thought I was prepared for the hungry onslought of kids after school with my chicken supreme and pot of pasta but no...they declare that they hate pasta all of a sudden and want rice instead. I grit my teeth and stick some rice in the microwave. I warn them to scrape their plates off outside for the dogs but find Child#2 scraping his plate on my worktop in the utility for the cats. I tell him that the cats will not eat rice and proceed to clean up the mess. I feed the baby and get his things ready to go to music lessons when my mother in law appears declaring that it is too cold to take him out. Rather than argue with her about the length of time he'd actually be out of the car, I just agree to let her mind him with the other 4.
I imagine bonding time with Child#1 as we drive along the country roads together to the music lesson. We get off to a bad start when I have to keep roaring up the stairs at him to come down as it is time to go. 'Just a sec', he keeps saying. I threaten to go up and tear his xbox out of the wall and he soon appears asking where his rugby gear is.
Soon we are in the car and ready to go. I try to strike up conversation but he is too engrossed in his phone, taking selfies for snapchat or streaks...After a few miles, he speaks. 'What was that? ' I ask as I didn't quite catch what he mumbles. 'I need credit' he repeats, quickly followed by 'Can I get a drink in the shop?' I pop in to Supervalu to get catfood and his fizzy drink and cash for the music lesson. Child#1 is more chatty for the rest of the journey. He talks of his friends and being popular and other materialistic things. I tell him that it is the person who matters and not what they wear and to be confident and to be your own person. I explain how I wear Pennys clothes and not designer and that there is nothing wrong with me. He disagrees and lists all the things he perceives to be wrong with me! He declares Child#2 runs the risk of being unpopular with his current hairstyle to which I reply maybe every other child will copy his haircut!
I know Child#1 is trying to fit in and that secondary school is all so new but I hope he will become more confident as time goes on. As the firstborn he has always been a bit of a worrier whereas Child#2 doesn't seem to care what anyone thinks...so far anyway!

The music lesson goes well and Child#1 gets great praise. We head back to town for rugby and Chid#1 begs to be allowed to the teenage discos in the summer. I say no. The discos and bus to said discos are notorious for underage drinking.
I plan to go for a walk while Child#1 is at rugby but my husband tells me that the baby is cranky so I head home. My husband's face is looking a bit better now that the antibiotics have started to work. It transpires someone has eaten his birthday bun that was in the fridge. He didn't eat it yesterday evening because of the pain in his jaw. Everyone blames Child#2 but he is adament it was Child#3. Child#3 falls to the ground dramatically screaming that it was not him. As he splutters and shrieks and writhes on the floor my husband says he thinks it was Child#1 because he heard him lurking downstairs last night. Child#1 blames Child#5/. I remind them that Child#4 or 5 cannot reach the top shelf in the fridge to which Child#2 retorts 'They'd reach it for a cream bun!'
Now don't get me wrong...I don't actually care who ate the bun. What I care about is that one of them are lying and lying really well because I haven't a clue who to believe! We abandon the bun debate and start the bedtimes.
The baby stinks of baby vomit so I am waiting for the water to heat to bath him and then hopefully I can go to bed and watch my favourite you tube vlogs!
Tomorrow involves more rugby...more rushing to find mouth guards, boots and socks! The joys.
Good night!