The weekend, part two.

Early start yesterday – my turn to get up with the children and Scarlett rose slightly after 6.30am. Unfortunately she would have preferred Ady to be the one getting up with her and was very vocal about this, which woke Ady and Davies too.

Despite being up early I was still sitting in my nightie drinking about my fourth cup of tea when I spied my Dad’s van pulling into our road through the window at around 9.30am so I dashed off to get dressed. We’d been watching the start of the marathon and it stayed on the TV here all day pretty much. We did know one person who was running but I think the odds of spotting her on TV were pretty slim. Davies was quite interested in the whole thing and I told him that maybe we’d go up to London to watch next year. I used to love watching the marathon as a child and always cherished a secret notion of running it one day, so every year when I watch it I always feel slightly shame faced that yet another year has gone by when the chances of me doing so decrease ever further. I think everyone who knows me knows that in the main I am fairly unfussed over being overweight but I do have qualms about how unfit I am. When Davies was 4 months old I started going to aerobics and circuit training four mornings a week at the local leisure centre. It was an all round thing really – I had to be there for 9am which was an excellent motivator to get out of the house with my small baby and not slip into watching Trisha in my dressing gown instead, it was actually slightly lovely to leave Davies in the welcoming and cuddly arms of the lovely four women who rang the creche at the leisure centre for an hour and go and do something by myself, there was the whole getting fitter thing (I didn’t adjust my diet so I didn’t really lose any weight but it did slightly change my shape – later changed back with added bits from having Tarly 😉 ). I did it for over a year and really enjoyed it but when we moved up north it took ages to get organised to find a new gym, Davies was older and HATED the creche, I did a very ill fated spinning class which made me physically and mentally unable to wear anything as chafing as tracksuit pants for quite some while and then I fell pregnant with Tarly. Now of course daytime classes with creches are out of the question – even if they’d take Tarly, Davies would be too old (and I have checked – they are not willing and muttered about not being insured for over 5s or something) not to mention the expense of classes for me and creche charges for the children. I could do a couple of evening ones but they really bugger up our evenings and sometimes Ady struggles to get home by 7pm anyway. Exercise videos at home simply do not appeal but as the nights get lighter the idea of running is actually quite appealing. I’d need to drive somewhere first so that the neighbours are not all hanging out of their windows hysterical with laughter watching me not even make the end of the street before collapsing with my inhaler (exercise induced asthma, which I only knew about when I started exercising :oops:) but this is the right time of year to think about such things, so I might just see if I can dig my trainers out and find my sports bra…

Anyway, just for the irony of having the above bit of the post in the same blog let alone the same post as the rest, let’s continue with the rest of our day.

Having finished Wallace (aside from a final coat of varnish) Scarlett asked for a Totty so while Ady was sorting dinner out and Davies was playing Madagascar colouring in on one of the laptops Scarlett and I ripped up some newspaper, mixed some flour and water and I cut out a Totty shaped bit of cardboard to start us off. My Dad had gone home again to get changed and returned with my Mum for the day – we were having roast dinner at lunchtime but told them if they brought some meat to add to ours they were welcome to join us. Quite good having your hands so messy you can’t possibly deal with getting drinks for children or grown ups, deal with cat sick or wipe children’s bottoms for them – must contrive to be like that more often when the rest of the grown ups are around 😉

So we had a lovely roast beef roast lunch, followed by lemon meringue pie (which me and the children walked round the shop in the rain to buy – nice light drizzly rain on a pretty warm day is actually quite pleasant to be out in). The children played on Nick jr on two laptops sat side by side for a while, there was some game using the pretend food with my Mum, but she got bored and stopped playing after a while, then Davies got all stroppy so I spent some time in the playroom with him drawing and playing with the geomags until he cheered up enough to return to the rest of us by which time it was bedtime for the children.

They both went to sleep really quickly, we’d been drinking wine and beer most of the day so actually we were quite happy to stop and just drink tea for the rest of the evening – I’ve got a new favourite tea – Chai which is lovely – ooh and I’ve just found a recipe for making your own too – how muffiny would that be? 😀 We watched Derren Brown, ate cheese on toast and then kicked my parents out about 10.30pm. A really nice Sunday day. 🙂

This morning we’ve done some Lazy Town drawings which got interupted by the post arriving with Davies’ W&G modelling kit sent away for with Tip Top vouchers. It is not as he expected a kit of make W&G, rather a set of very brightly coloured plasticine and an entry form to design and make a new friend for W&G, send in a photo of it and maybe win a holiday to a theme park, so he’s busy doing that and Tarly is making a bowl of salad (pretend play food) for a toy rabbit to eat. Nothing much planned for this afternoon as Davies has got Badgers at 5pm although I do have a few things I need to do in town which might be better done today than tomorrow (my only other free day this week), so we might venture into town after lunch for an hour or so if it doesn’t rain.