Friday I worked yesterday, all day. It was terribly, terribly boring with an average of one person coming into the library per hour. Julie was with the children in the morning and my Mum in the afternoon. This is a good combination for all concerned as Davies gets to play with Jack, Scarlett gets to play with Maisie and Julie has an excellent no-nonsense approach to dealing with lots of children which D&S respond well to. Then for the first time since I started working, nearly four months ago, despite early promises of all sorts of help, my Mum came over in the afternoon. I’ve no idea what she did with them – I now she fed them chocolate eclairs and lemon mousse and I know she did some sort of ‘learning’ with them (smirk!) because she tried to get Davies to recount ‘what you’ve learnt’ when I got home – he refused! But y’know all very family orientated which is nice. 🙂
I was having wobbles all over the place about work, childcare and various other things by the time Ady got home from work, whereupon I did some classic venus-type wailing and girlieness while Ady did some even more classic Mars-type problem solving rather than just inserting wine and chocolate and cuddling. We ironed it all out including some talking to the children about ‘Mummy working’ and ‘other people looking after them’ which reassured me but did render me incapable of driving over to Brighton in the pouring rain to have an adults meet up of MM home ed group. It’s been something of a rollercoaster week one way and another and I reached Friday evening really just needing to sit and drink wine with my husband. So that’s precisely what I did, while watching Little Miss Sunshine which was in so many ways the antidote to all that ailed me / us 🙂
Today was a one day writing course – my birthday present from Ali 🙂 We joined 6 other students at a teacher’s house to do writing exercises, share ideas, do fluffy stuff like exchange notes with compliments about each other at the end and do some serious, proper, grown up writing type stuff. It was fab 🙂 Really enjoyed what was probably the single most selfish, all about me, thing I’ve done in many years. I probably need to digest and ponder more about what I got from it but I know I got a lot from it and I’m determined to take that and do something with it – if nothing else this will probably mean another blog 😉
Meanwhile back at the ranch Ady and the kids were spending a day in the garden. They did some planting up of various vegetables
and adding to the painting on the garage wall
I got home around 630pm just as the children were getting out of the bath. Ady had done several washes including ironing , tidied up the childrens’ bedrooms with them, changed our bed and was about to get dinner on 🙂 I read the children a few bedtime stories each then had a bath and enjoyed said dinner. We watched Dr Who recorded from earlier and I’m currently watching one of those countdown programmes about the most irritating pop songs ever which I clearly can’t go to bed until I find out what number one is :).
Is that a random shoe and a random broom head there in that last pic?? I’ve spent ages trying to think of situations how a shoe and a broom head would be left together, by the woodpile, in the garden. Starting to sound like a murder mystery.
Ironing !!!???? (not that Ady in particular is surprising, just that anyone does it…)
lol – yes it is indeed random items by the woodpile. The shoes were ones of mine that Ady took to wearing to nip into the garden to get logs but got rained on until they were ruined and have not yet been chucked away – well certainly that one hasnt’ yet! The broom head is the same – another item which has made it as far as close to the dustbins (which are also near the woodpile) but not actually got into them yet. I hate the garden, it is full of general clutter like that but as I spend virtually no time out there I don’t feel inclined to tidy it up! 🙂
And yeah Chris he does do ironing – but he does have to have ironed shirts for work so he was doing those and also ironed a couple of pairs of my work trousers too (which I usually wear creased – I *never* do ironing! 🙂 )
no no no….thats far too sensible….must be a cover-up story for the poor girl that used to come and weed your garden for you, and suffered her fate, acted out with such velour, that the broom handle broke clean off the broom as it struck her across the back of her head.
I’m so glad that you enjoyed the writing group thing, I did too. Something very restorative about it.
Yours sincerely, intelligent and cardigan.
Yes, the one legged weeding girl mwah ha ha ha!
Ali – pah I gave you kisses!
Hope you are not having too many wobbles on my account. Do feel a bit bad that it hasn’t somehow inspired me to become a teacher or nursery nurse, mostly it reassures me that not having more children is a good thing. Rebecca is needing regular medicating to keep earache at bay, I hate it when she does things that lead to comments like “Maybe she’s coming down with something” and then she does as it almost excuses her behaviour but on another level maybe she’ll be a nicer child soon. I’m sure my Mum will oneday do ‘learning’ to my children, she’s already been through the stage of buying workbooks and learn-to-read books that come complete with gold stars.
Lots of hugs 🙂