Yawn

Work day for me today and an all day-er with Nightmare Colleague (henceforth known as NC). I had morning teabreak with her and should have been on lunchbreak with her too but simply couldn’t face it so took my sandwiches and a book and went and sat in my car instead.

Other than that it was a nice day – everyone at work had seen me on TV and so had several regular borrowers who came in to say ‘saw you on telly!’. So much for protecting my anonymity and keeping my home and work life seperate and private them eh. I guess if there was something worth coming out of hiding and risking our not known status for it was the threat of losing such status anyway but it does all make me feel slightly edgy. Seeing my name on various national lists is also a bit unnerving. I think I might be An Official Home Educator now ;). I briefly thought I was going to be on the radio agian next week but am very pleased a replacement has been found. Quite apart from the hassle of getting there with children and going through the nerves beforehand I think I am a bit overexposed now and it’s in danger of morphing from ‘Home Educators are up in arms about the review’ to ‘Nic Goddard is a bit pissed off about the review’. We were playing the clip to my parents earlier and they all laughed at me for being able to recite the whole clip including all the bits that the reporter says too.

I got home and the children wanted pancakes (Davies) and french toast (Scarlett) for tea so I stood in the kitchen doing various things with batter and frying pans for ages. Mum had been here for the afternoon and claims to be teaching Davies to tell the time. I rather suspect he has just picked it up from the bits I’ve said to him and what he’s worked out himself but telling the time is one of the things my Dad is often to be heard going on about him not being able to do so aslong as Davies is happy with that I don’t really mind.

Dad arrived while the pancake cooking was happening and sat in the lounge with the children while I explained to Mum exactly what the whole bubble thing was about and why it is such a big deal and how there are no ‘these other people pretending to Home Educate who should be found out’. She finally got it, got indignant and agreed to write to our MP – well actually no, she said ‘if you write a letter and print it out for me, I’ll sign it’ actually and sign the petition.

Back in the lounge Dad wanted to see the tv clip again as they’d caught it on the hop last night and he claimed to not know what the fuss was about either. It took longer to convince him of the issues and he still maintains any government action will be done with the very best intentions but finally did concede that taking our freedom away is simply not okay and agreed to sign the petition too. He said he doubts very much we’ll get anywhere and realistically I’m sure he’s right but I refuse to be apathetic about this and will drag him along with me til it really is too late.

Ady came home and cooked dinner which was lovely. My Mum pissed me off by fluttering around him and muttering about how he shouldn’t have to come home after a days work and do the cooking.I did remind her that actually I’d also been at work all day and the extra work was caused by cooking for them too but she said ‘yes, but I can’t believe a man comes home and cooks’ which even Frazer picked her up on talking about TV chefs. Argh my family!

We had a mostly nice evening though, with my cookie and ice cream sandwich birthday cake laden with candles going down well if being rather melty and drippy.Tasted nice though.

Mum, Dad and Frazer left shortly after the kids went to bed (about 1130pm) and now I am really very extremely tired and am going to bed too.