Work today. Julie was here in the morning and took the children to the park. They all had a good time apparently. I got a fed-back Scarlettism from Julie that she’d not eaten all her sandwiches and wanted a rice cake so Julie said to her ‘eat another bite or two darling and you can have a rice cake’ to which Tarly replied ‘I’m not your darling!’ in a very indignant tone. 😆 Julie (who is very much a ‘more power to the women’ type of woman) swallowed her laughter and said that while she is here looking after Scarlett then she is ‘her darling’ and it all passed over. On the phone tonight she said it was fab and she loves her attitude which will get her everywhere in life 🙂 I asked Scarlett about it and she was keen to point out that ‘I am only Mummy’s darling, no one else’s’. Okay then! 🙂 I do so adore that girl.
Dad was here in the afternoon which meant more outdoors play and Ady only beat me home by about 10 minutes so he cleared the garden up while I tacked inside. As soon as I saw Scarlett I realised she had had a chunk of hair cut – noone else can see it – Ady can’t spot it at all, and actually it is fairly well hidden as it’s a bit at the front which has previously been a fringe so I imagine not a lot was cut anyway, but I play with that hair every day either brushing it, trying to plait it (well ok those are only weekly occurances) or brushing it out of her face while I cuddle her (rather more frequent) and I *know*. There was flat denial followed by hilarious tall tales about mice cutting it off to give to the rats who passed it on to the birds (we throw any hair caught in the infrequently used hairbrush out of the window for the birds to use for their nests) and talk of her ‘Special Man’ (have I ever blogged about him?) doing it but finally Davies helped her tidy her room and talked her into telling the truth. I know, in true bad mother style I was lurking in the hall eavesdropping on him saying ‘just tell me the truth about your hair Scarlett, Mummy always says she won’t be angry if we tell her the truth. You tell me and then I’ll come with you and we can tell her together’ (oh, bless him) to which she confessed to doing it herself and they came to tell me together as he promised with him holding her hand for moral support. 🙂 Aw.
My day was fairly workaday really. Banking this morning so I got to breeze about doing the banking and the tea bag for the staff room run just after 9am. I love the feel of town centres just as the shops are opening – it takes me back to my ‘shopkeeper’ days when I would throw open the front doors of the shop I was managing to start a new day of trading. The day was slow but steady and didn’t drag too much. I’m not really a new girl any more, I don’t hold much novelty status and I am starting to realise I know ‘stuff’ and can help customers properly. It’s odd, being 7 months into a job but still feeling a bit new, clearly just due to only working 11 hours a week and given the rest of the staff are all about 11 years into the job I am still new relatively speaking, but it’s nice to feel part of a team rather than worrying about being a new face now.
We let D&S stay up late tonight – about 9pm as they were playing with a Doctor Who book Ady had found in a charity shop for 25p still complete with all the activities and a Where’s Wally book I’d bought home from work for them, then they got caught up in some nature show about piranahs. Linda, who used to look after the children when we lived in Manchester rang for a catch up and Davies spoke to her for a bit, so I made dinner talking on the phone which meant for a late dinner.
And that is probably about it actually. Looking forward to a nice weekend 🙂
Least the hair doesn’t look too obvious then, a conflict between scissors and Scarlets hair could have been catastrophic.
Sounds like a lovely sibling moment.
Comment by Lucy — 14 July 2007 @ 10:25 am
Aww Davies, bless his little cotton socks that is so adorabley sweet!!
Glad the hair isnt too badly damaged, she has gorgeous hair!
I think A might well do the same if i dont take him to the hairdressers soon, he’s now asking me on an almost daily basis if we can go get his hair cut.
Comment by Liza — 14 July 2007 @ 11:31 am
very gorgeous. love the photos going up on flickr
Comment by HelenHaricot — 14 July 2007 @ 9:50 pm