Tuesday return of the red cat

Tuesday again and another day off. Alexa woke me at the usual time, Daddy slept in as he did not have at work today. I forced myself out of bed and went to wake the kids. Again neither wanted to move, I helped them both with their clothes and then made them toast. Trying to get them both to hurry up so we could get out of the house was hard as they both just wanted to play. They definitely misbehave more on days when daddy is not coming with us.  We finally walked out of the door and started on our journey to school, somehow we caught up with time and arrived early.

Unloading the car I stopped to help my 5 year old with her coat.  Turning around I could not see my 7 year old, he had vanished. I started shouting for him, panicking when he did not respond and nervous that I was going to be in trouble for shouting at 8am in a residential area. Another mum then called me, he had managed to run to the school and was playing on the gate. The feeling of relief swept through me but I was annoyed with him too.  Why do my children do this to me? This morning my daughter was holding my hand. On other mornings she will run ahead as well.

Arriving at breakfast club we were advised that my daughter’s teacher had her red cat.  She was also told that they do not want to see it in school again. We had just had a meltdown at the car because I would not let her take her pretty notebook and ‘Hello Kitty’ bag into school. Would have been something else to lose like her red cat.

I left both children settled at breakfast club and went to do the shopping. Aldi at 8.20am today was lovely and empty. I do like an empty supermarket, when it’s busy I feel stressed.  Being able to load the checkout belt and go straight through was an unusual luxury.

Once home daddy helped me unpack the bags and put things away. It was nice to have some time alone without the children during the day. I then managed to get some things done, did two loads of washing and put some away. The day has been busy but also quiet.

I collected the children from school, my daughter came straight out smiling. My son took a little longer to get himself organised. Walking back to the car he started moaning that he was hungry. I told him that when we get home he can have some toast and then he has homework to do. He started to protest but I tried to make him feel better with reminding him that daddy is at home.  At this, he started walking a little faster and we caught up with his sister.

When we got home daddy had already made them food, they sat happily munching. It was me that had to remind them again about homework, they both groaned. Our son then agreed to read half his school book to daddy. I then tried to get our daughter to do her rhyming words, she started well but then did not want to do anymore. She gets bored very quickly and was more interested in putting felt tip pen on her ‘My Little Pony’. It was then hard to get her to concentrate so we did not get far.

Both children have spellings they need to learn for Friday. My daughter refused to learn her’s and my son has left his at school. I’m hoping he brings his home tomorrow but, it means we have just Wednesday and Thursday evening to learn them and his are hard as he is in the top spelling group.  I think my daughter will probably catch up in the future. At the moment she just wants to play and will not let me persuade her to learn them.

Both would not go straight to sleep tonight. It is quiet upstairs now but, I can still hear my 5 year old. She is good at late nights but not so good at early mornings and needing to concentrate the next day. No amount of persuasion from daddy or I will make her go to bed.

Anyway, I am now going to get some rest, try and build some energy ready for a long work day tomorrow and the morning stress of being mum.