Halloween might be over for some but this mummy is definitely unravelling as the nightmares continue in Rufus’ household.
10 years of this mothering lark and I would have said Lego, football sticker cards and interrupted sleep were the most effective forms of Mummy torture. Until last week that is, which is when my noisy little tribe of Ratbags upped the ante and have taken the meaning of suffering to a whole new level.
Forget water boarding, spider nests or a full biscuit tin when you’re on a diet.
We are 10 days. Yes 10 FULL days (thanks to half term) into their latest obsession.
4 boys who have kept any sign of singing or musical ability well hidden are all completely and utterly addicted to that masterpiece and well known pop classic Agadoo. Do. Do. And there is absolutely zero sign of it abating.
I have no idea which teacher first inspired my 6yr old but they will definitely feel my appreciation reflected in their end of term Christmas gift.
At first it was tolerable, almost charming as we ran through the lyrics. You know, pushing pineapples whilst shaking trees but by Day 3 I broke.
The “one rendition an hour” law was swiftly followed by the “sing it in your head” law.
