One word? When seven would do…

to be in bed before 10.30pm, which is clearly now and unachievable dream! So my current aim is to be in bed before I actually find out what number 1 in 100 greatest tearjerkers is. Not that I am actively watching it you understand, I just can’t be arsed to get up and turn it over 🙂

Today has been quite a good one, we had a really good night’s sleep which helped. Kids were both asleep by 7pm last night and did not rise ’til 7 this morning – result 🙂 I myself did not actually get up ’til 9ish but I didn’t make it to bed until at least 2 hours after Ady last night so it’s only fair!

Went off to Waitrose first thing to get food for the week. I like Waitrose, you feel quite posh and M&Sy walking round in the company of people who probably shop exlusively at Boden and do stuff on Sunday mornings like read the Sunday papers in bed (white egyptian cotton sheets natch) while eating warmed croissants and black coffee before getting up to dress in their Boden and come to Waitrose to shop for the week entwined with their very good looking partner (S, definitely!) . Of course I may well have Waitrose all wrong, and let’s face it this is Worthing we are talking about where there is something of a lack of airy loft spaces to live in tucked amoung the retirement flats with wardens built to service the large amount of OAPs who actually live here (and probably don’t wear Boden!) but anyway, you get the idea. It’s better than braving Tesco with all the other harried mothers trailing squabbling children round as they buy bulk quantities of pasta shaped like Clifford the big red dog, chicken nuggets and value tomato ketchup! My point being there was not one child in Waitrose this morning, it was an oasis of calm and order with quality fayre and virtually no BOGOF offers to be had 🙂 (so much so there were at least four things I will need to go to Tescos for now, I am not paying three quid per chicken breast to bung in a curry whether the chicken has led a better and healthier life than me, whilst wearing Boden for anyone!)

So I wafted around buying lots of fruit and vegetables and very little to give away the fact I have children which was a nice hour or so to have to myself. Home and my parents arrived while I was still unloading the shopping and Mum and I made some lunch for everyone. They had watched Katy on TV last night so her and I had a big chat about HE and so on which was nice. She so wants to ‘get’ it and is working really hard on getting over all her preconceieved ideas so she is actually not quite so dreadful to talk to about it all as she was a while back. Dad OTOH just wants to have a big old soap box rant about how crap schools are and what he would do if he was in charge and how it all really should work and blah blah blah but even when I listened to every bit of educational reform according to Nic’s Dad he had to offer was still not quite able to agree with me that despite the fact I totally agreed with him about what needed to change it was not going to happen within my two children’s school age time so surely it would be better to not send them and educate them at home thus negating all those issues within schools (not why I’m doing it, but if it convinces him it’s a good idea then that’s fine with me!). We ended with me saying ‘I can’t change schools but I can change the education my kids’ receive and that is what I am doing’. Good parting shot I felt 🙂

After a typical Goddard family getting out of the house (picture the scene in either of the Home Alone movies where there are various people running around, late, in varying states of readiness and you will have a close mental image of what it’s like!), driving back into Worthing, finding parking spaces and running along the seafront to the theatre to go and see Jungle Book. It was a panto stylee big old musical show production put on specially for half term weekend. Neither of my two have seen Disney’s version yet, which I think was a good thing as it is fairly loosely related to that and it could have confused them if they had seen it already.

Scarlett was okay – it was a long performance (about 2.5 hours with a short interval) and did a fair bit of wandering along infront of the rest of us although she did really enjoy the songs and dancing and entertained the people in the rows infront and behind us by dancing along and singing the songs after they had ended. Davies sat pretty much rapt for the whole thing. He spent time on my lap, Ady’s lap and his own chair and I’m not at all sure he followed the whole story but he loved the theatricalness (not sure that is a word!) of it all as well as the whole experience of going to the theatre, getting ice cream and shouting oh no it isn’t and boo ing at the baddies!

(Bright eyes has just been on and has me leaking onto the keyboard and now it is Gone with the wind which I have never actually watched despite my daughter’s name!)

Tomorrow we are supposed to be seeing Mel and L & L but I have emailed to warn of possible pox infection so we will see where Mel stands on the get it over with / can’t bear the thought of L off school and L off nursery while still paying for her place and me having to take time off work to look after them debate as to whether that happens or not. I have library books due back and I am planning a trip to the docs to get this cough checked out and see if I can get an inhaler for the scary can’t get my breath back moments when I really get coughing.

Right it is at number 11 and it’s Beaches wind beneath my wings tearjerker now so I really am off to bed! Night all xxx