Reepicheep – you diabolical mouse!

You would be forgiven for thinking that I’m a fan of Book Week. With my personal ideology resolutely advocating the abundant virtues of written language, it would seem a likely assumption.

Actually….

I kinda think Book Week stinks!

I awoke in a cold sweat (narrowly shy of screaming) at 2am last night, sure that I had sewn the ears of the mouse costume on backwards and I had to start again!

This subconscious terror was, no doubt, born from pressure applied by 'perfectionist child no.#2' (father’s son….) who had commissioned the impossible: ‘How am I going to look authentic, Mum, if I’m not entirely covered in fur?????’

Like, dur…..

You would assume (being the ideal mother) I said: ‘Yes, my darling, of course, of course!’ And not: ‘Good, well why don’t you go to sleep tonight and grow some!’ (Hmmmmm…..)

Perhaps the ‘adventuring-fencing-mouse’ costume wouldn’t have been so daunting if it hadn’t come straight off the bat of the ‘forest-dwelling-caped-ranger-complete-with-shadow-hood’ ensemble developed the evening before. Which was preceded by the ‘What-the?-this-doesn’t-look-like-Luke-SkyWalker!!!’ outfit, accompanied by a tearful and rather impressive tantrum….. ‘Mum, I don’t want to wear that, I want you to make me an R2D2 costume!!!!!’

[Dentist: ‘Trina, have you been grinding your teeth?’]

Arguably, it’s my own fault for choosing to have three children, or because I agree to engage in the costume manufacturing process. But seriously, educators…..please…..