Today was a work day for me. I had felt crap last night, had a bad nights sleep and was up early this morning as my nose was too blocked to lie in bed any longer and Ady suggested I ring in sick. This had not even occurred to me as an option tbh and I didn’t even when he suggested it. As a child being off school sick was rarely something that happened in our house as with two working parents both with their own businesses it would have thrown the house into chaos. Plus Frazer and I were fairly healthy children anyway. My working life was always in jobs where being off sick was very frowned upon and it’s a mentality which has just stayed with me. I don’t think wallowing at home under a duvet makes you feel anything other than worse really anyway for something like a cold and I’m fortunate to not have ever suffered from ailments such as migranes or other debilitating things which simply render you physically incapable of getting up and going to work. Quite aside from that if I had stayed home Ady would have gone to work instead of being here for the morning and I’d have had to phone my mum to tell her not to come in the afternoon. I would have been grumpy and impatient with the kids and not up for doing anything with them so it would have been a recipe for disaster really.
As it was I went off to work and aside from feeling a little vacant I was better for being occupied. It was quite busy and the day went passed pretty quickly. I spent 3 hours on the enquiry desk and did a whole load of envelope stuffing for a job I’ve been given to oversee. I did a display and made a phonecall to a local reading group coordinator to sort out his account and arrange for someone to attend their next reading group meeting. I spent some time chatting to the Homework Club Coordinator about childrens’ services within the library and generally had a nice, busy day :).
At home Davies was all curled up with my Mum showing her his DS game and I think Tarly was feeling a bit neglected (understandably, D often says my Mum is very impatient and intolerant of S and he feels bad about it 🙁 )so her and I curled up together instead. She wanted to make a book so we folded up some paper and I helped her write ‘Scarlett and Candle walk to Brooklands’ (the park Mum and they had walked to this afternoon) and she then drew a picture of her and Candle walking. Amazingly she knows all the letters now and their sounds so is very close to being able to start writing herself. I know I mention this lots but it is just such a stark contrast to how Davies got there I am constantly feeling it is worthy of comment.
I cooked their tea and Mum and I chatted a bit before she left. Ady arrived home and I read a couple of chapters of George before the children headed up to bed. Dinner was a joint effort with Ady putting a chicken in the slow cooker (not one of ours!) this morning and me making potato gratin and cooking some baby sweetcorn and asparagus to go with it. At 930pm both children were still awake – Scarlett listening to a Magic Kitten story cd in bed and Davies still up in his bedroom creating some sort of Halloween wonderland complete with cobwebs, sound effects, signs and drawings and mysterious other stuff. I love how he immerses himself in things and gets so much pleasure out of them :).
Tomorrow’s plan is all a bit weather dependant. Ady and I are going to a wedding in a couple of weeks and I need some shoes so I could try and find them, if it’s dry we could do with another allotment visit for more digging and watering and depending on how I am feeling it is very tempting to stay home and use the chicken bones and stock from tonight’s dinner to make soup to eat with home made bread rolls. Or maybe a combination of all three…