Monday Monday

This morning started with a healthy dose of Wonderpets, breakfast and me dashing about. I made sandwiches for the children’s lunch to take with us, bunged some (English) muffins and butter in a bag for me and hoped there was indeed a toaster at MM group and all the ingredients for playdough and we were off.

We picked Ali and Freya up on the way – we’d been singing our own verison of Wonderpets for most of the journey (if only to get We Built This City on Rock and Roll out of our heads :lol:) but then Tarly requested James Blunt (the one about the angel on the subway) and Davies asked for Michael Buble. Ali and I managed some faintly surreal conversations about everything being lovely with choruses from the back seats and how houses for sale were not actually real unless there were somewhere on the internet.

I took the first of many phonecalls from PC world as we pulled into the carpark so the children ran ahead into the hall with Ali while I finished that call outside. I walked in just in time to see Tarly execute a remarkable backwards flip off a seat with her feet going right over her head and her landing with an almighty thud to the back of her head and starting to scream. She doesn’t cry an awful lot and she has a particular sound that only gets made when she is genuinely in pain so when she made that noise I was rather concerned (I think the last time was the hospital visit for stitches). She fought against me for a few seconds before realising I was indeed Mummy and relaxing to sob into my chest for ages. Upon inspection she had not quite broken the skin but had a very impressive egg shape on the back of her head speckled with grazes which yes, would have hurt and totally justfied her fuss. Poor baby. 🙁 She recovered quickly enough with the promise of playdough making and came to help stir the gloopy greenness which due to me misjudging the flour content never firmed up. It did stay in the bowl with a spoon and provided amusement for several people during the session – Tarly sat for a good ten minutes glooping it off the spoon and watching the patterns it made in itself though so not a complete waste of time 😆

Davies made some pictures including a Feathers McGraw picture and a framed train with sticky stars before getting hauled off by G who is not much older but tall for his age where Davies is short and therefore looks about twice the size of him but seems to enjoy his company albeit not the football crazy, Dr Who familiar company the other boys can provide. Scarlett and I sat and she made all sorts of creative stuck together things with ribbons and cut up business cards and sticky letters. I made a row of paper chain people and coloured them in as her, me and Davies, so she demanded I make a Daddy too and then found the letters M, S, D and D to go on them. And then gave us all sparkly star dancing shoes too 🙂 She’s loving playing with letters at the moment.

I had various chats with people including S who’s daughter wants to go to school so we talked about that and all it’s implications. I’ve always felt (threatened school on a bad day aside) that we’re in this for the long haul at the same time as being sure that if the children wanted to go to school then I would have no issue with it, but keeping it very much at the back of my mind as a real possibility. I thought about it a bit more today as the chances are with two such different children at least one of them will at some point be curious enough to think about going to school I guess. I would speculate that it would be more likely to be Tarly as Davies is the very anti-school one and from the small amount of anecdotal evidence I’ve heard (based on more than just Sarah and Alison’s children I promise :lol:) it does appear to be more a certain aged girl ‘thing’. But of course we’ll deal with all my angst about such things if and when they materialise as real issues. In great detail no doubt. I’ll probably start a new blog just for the topic ;).

We dropped Ali and Freya home – via a detour of me going the way home I always do and forgetting to go the other way, being distracted by chatting and also the general volume in the car and Davies singing a rowdy song about Freya’s Sleepy Cat toy. :roll:. D&S are at that classic phase of being squabbly in the back of a car at the moment which is very tiring and annoying, not to mention dangerous when it distracts me from driving. They are 100 times worse with just one other person in the car, possibly because I tend to either have music on or be talking to them when it is just the three of us, whereas with other people in the car I talk to them instead. So once we’d dropped Ali and Freya off we put music on again and sang all the way home.

In the meantime I’d taken several more phonecalls from PC world with them agreeing to replace my dead laptop with a comparable model. We’d not long been home when they rang again to say I could go over today and collect the new one as they’d emailed details to the store to arrange for payment by voucher for it.

I had promised to do baking with the children but Davies got stuck into his X box and played Barbie so Tarly could watch him so they didn’t want to do that in the end. I wrote down a recipe for rock cakes though so we’ll probably do some baking tomorrow instead. I sorted out a lasagne for our dinner so I got my muffinicity hit that way :).

Then it was time for Beavers. Scarlett and I walked Davies round there and then came home for a quick tidy up before Ady arrived home and we walked back round to watch him being invested. We came away with a clutch of badges which all need sewing on in the right places so I must do that tomorrow before they all get lost.

I then headed over to PC world with my deceased laptop ready to come away with another shiny new replacement. Alas it was not to be such a smooth conclusion to the saga and the email with the codes had not been sent after all, so I came away empty handed with the promise of a phonecall tomorrow sometime to go and collect it then. Grr 🙁

My parents had arrived for dinner once I got back so an evening of looking at their photos of their holiday and hearing all about it ensued. Davies was very late to sleep, with me dashing up there in the middle of dinner as I heard him sobbing to find him in pieces saying how much he misses Malice. Funnily enough Scarlett did a similar thing sobbing about Malice only a week or two ago. They both seem genuinely upset although I am sure it is one of those not feeling very well / being tired / slight attention seeking things of getting yourself worked up over something for the sake of feeling upset. It had me in tears though saying how much I miss her too, which compounded by a bit of pissed-off-ness with my parents has left me feeling a bit drained tonight.