Jelly Boy

Don’t you just love bank holiday Mondays? There was a time in my misguided youth when I hated them because everything shut down but now I have come to appreciate the opportunity to tune out and recharge the batteries.
I woke up about 9.30 am. My husband was still asleep. I could hear the boys being boys downstairs in the living room. I thought I would chance nipping into the kitchen for a cup of coffee and grabbing a flapjack, which I made last night and ducking back into bed without raising the attention of the boys: once they know you’re up, you’re up! I had just reached the bottom of the stairs when I was discovered. Two of them raced towards me and had a fight about who was going to hug me first. I peeled them off in exasperation and bolted for the kitchen. Middle son (8) asked for a flapjack. There were three left. I gave him one. Youngest son (6) then came in and claimed the second flapjack. I had my eye on the last one. Then Youngest asked me would I make the jelly. I told him that I had made the jelly last night and that it was in the fridge. He waved me away and starting to climb up on the kitchen counter saying, “There is a packet of jelly up here that you can make”. Again, I told him that it was in the fridge. But he was determined to find it, “No, no, it’s up here, I’ll show you.” Middle son joined in and said, “We know, we made it last night, it’s in the fridge” but he still wasn’t listening. He stood up on the counter. As I tell him the whereabouts of the jelly for the fourth time, he swung open the cupboard door and it bashed me on the head. I closed my eyes and turned away to deal with the pain but as I did I walked into another open cupboard door that dented me on the forehead. I yanked the Doubting Thomas from the counter and throwing open the fridge door said, “There’s your stupid jelly!” Highly indignant, he turned to me and protested, “You don’t have to shout!” At that point my husband wandered into the kitchen and said sleepily, “Is everything ok?” He reached for the last flapjack. I snatched it back out of his hand. Picking up my coffee, I stormed back to bed to recharge my batteries and start all over again