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Tuesday mud and a Teddy bears picnic
Today was Tuesday again, ending in alot of mud. Yesterday I watched a Teddy bears picnic. We have had a busy start to the week and right now I am exhausted with mum stress as it seems by 5 year old has put a hole her duvet.. I was trying to relax – also trying to sort out a blogging issue but that’s a whole other problem and now after my rant I now find myself alone. Am I happy? no, do I want to cry? yes, am I going to? no. I’ll just scream inside instead.
So here is my week, yesterday and today started the same, still the arguments before leaving the house. Then racing the kids into school for breakfast club. Yesterday I had work, yet another busy day. At the end of my day though I rushed to school to watch my 5 year old perform a Teddy bears picnic. It was only about 2 minutes long but it was lovely. She does ballet club on a Monday and they have been practicing with their teddy bears. She remembered all her movements and did a really lovely job. All the children were amazing and I filmed it with my mobile phone.
Our world would be so different without our smart phones. Imagine how many more photos or how much video footage there would he of us if our parents had them. I must have thousands of pictures, to many to develop and hours of video. The closest my parents have is slides. We used to enjoy watching slide shows.
Today has been a day off for me. I was happy to leave them at school this morning, looking forward to my day. I was planning on reading my book, this again didn’t happen. When writing a blog there always seems to be something that needs to be done. I still have about 50 posts that I need to rework for SEO and I am wondering if I have done the others right. I think like with everything, blogging improves with experience and knowledge. Managing photos and Word Press is all part of that.
This afternoon my 7 year old had foot ball club and our daughter, numbers. At 3.00 today it was raining hard, we thought well at least he wont come home covered in mud. Well an hour later when I collected him I was greeted by a very cold muddy child, shivering looking throughly miserable. The photos here look better then the muddy mess that he really was.
We got home and he immediately went and ran a bath. Why do schools do this? I agree that it is good for them to get some fresh air and my boy loves football but not in the pouring rain. This is the child who moans for his umbrella if he feels a splash of rain on his head. Also of course, all his clothes and plimsolls had to be washed, he has PE tomorrow, so they are now all drying on the radiators. His top will not be ironed in the morning but at least it will be clean. I just hope it is dry.
My 5 year old enjoyed numbers and she had managed to acquire a hair band from a friend. Her hair is a frequent mess not helped by the fact that she will not brush it and she has cut it herself so many times. I should really take her to see a hairdresser but there is not much they could do with it right now. She can only just get it in a pony tail. It is either growing very slowly or her cutting it herself is keeping it short but it is mess as very thin as well.
We managed to get reading done tonight but it looks like my son’s River Nile homework will be handed in as it is. At least he has done something, tomorrow we really must work on their spellings.
Bedtime tonight was a nightmare as usual and now it looks like I have a Care bear duvet to repair. I am reluctant to replace it as she was climbing inside it when the accident happened. I was not very sympathetic and at 9.00 in the evening she should be asleep not playing.
So here we are, end of Tuesday. My reading not achieved again. Work on Pinterest not achieved either or my previous blog posts SEOd. Tomorrow I have another busy day starting with a trip to the office about 20 minutes away. They have forecast snow tonight, I really hope that it stays away. Like alot of people I hate driving in it.
I am now going to go, find daddy and try and get some rest before the morning arrives and the day starts again. Bringing with it the stress and work of being mum.
For more see, Tuesday plimsoll stress
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Sunday again and a birthday party
Today was Sunday again and we had our nephew’s 4th birthday party to attend. Laying in bed I knew I needed to just get up and face the world. The children came in disturbing my peace, jumping and telling me to get up. They had both woken daddy before 6am. I was grateful that they had left me this long.
Finally I ventured out of bed and got a bath. Laying in the water, I willed time to stand still, of course it didn’t. I got out of the bath and went downstairs to find my family and breakfast. Does everyone else take a while to wake up in the morning? I re-boiled the kettle as I was now desperate for my coffee and Weetabix. Then after taking daddy a drink I sat down and started to eat.
It’s funny that as soon as mummy sits down to eat breakfast a child appears demanding toast. I told my son to wait till I had finished. He then walked off upset and reported me to daddy. Thankfully daddy told him to wait till mummy had finished. Soon after my daughter appeared asking for food too. This now meant that I really had to put down Facebook and sort out their toast, no more wistful pushing my Weetabix around the bowl.
After their toast, it was then a repetitive plea of “when are we going to the party” over and over. It was still early which meant our 7 year old still had time to do his homework. This was met with protest and refusal.
A little later we left daddy and went to the birthday party. A room full of small children and parents trying to control them. The game of pass the parcel upset my 7 year old, as he did not win the prize inside the last parcel. He did not understand why it had to be one of our nephew’s friends who won. However, he did enjoy the chocolate buttons that were inside his layer. When I was a child I am sure that there were just a few presents or just one inside the parcel, not a present in every layer. I can remember birthday parties where I did not win anything. Children’s and parent’s expectations are so much higher now.
Our nephew’s birthday cake is pictured in the featured image. Here is the inside of his cake. My brother in law’s car is pictured on the top and the inside has red seats. Hence the inside of the cake is red. It tasted great, though my 7 year old commented that it was too sweet.
The children also had some cup cakes with blue icing. Our son insisted on taking his home for daddy whilst our daughter enjoyed making a mess with her’s.
The children enjoyed the party and the food, But, why is it that when they have music playing, a dance floor and the company of other children, that if they can find mischief they do?
Yes, a helpful person had left a trolley in the hall. The children were having a lot of fun climbing on it and then pushing each other on it. I tried to get my two kids off but their peers wanted to continue. Despite the efforts that my sister had made to entertain the children they were having a lot of fun with the trolley. Unfortunately for them, adults can see the forthcoming dangers so they were not playing for long.
After the party we returned home to try and get homework completed. Our 7 year old needed to research the River Nile. With the help of Wikipedia it is not completely finished but, he has made a very good start. We then needed to listen to the children read, it was now we realised that our son had left his book at school. Our daughter read her’s to daddy, she did her writing homework with me yesterday.
So we are now ready for Monday morning. The children both went to bed after daddy finally went up and stopped them playing. They often don’t listen to just me, it takes both of us most nights, to get them to go to sleep.
We are now sat watching Eddie Murphy as Dave, it is a fun film. I am now going to go and relax and get some rest before Monday again and the on going stress and work of being mum.
For more (and our niece’s birthday party) see, Back to school tomorrow
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The love of a mother
Our roots are deep just like my thoughts and her red sweater,
Looking at her I decided that life can only get better.
Through what we go through and all life’s challenges,
The discussions we have had to put our minds at ease.Walking now we admire nature’s true beauty,
The animals, the plants and the wonderful country.
The sounds that the wind makes as it sings through the trees
As they stand there swaying against the breeze.My daughter she looks at me and starts to smile,
My heart it melts as I stare back for a while.
I take her hand and we then continue to walk,
Looking at the floor, my beautiful daughter begins to talk.Discussing the woods and discussing the leaves,
Watching the rabbits as they play in the trees.
Looking at the squirrels as they jump from bough to bough,
We both wished our walk wasn’t nearly over now.Enjoying our time together, just the two of us,
Without daddy or her brother, no stress or fuss.
The time spent alone as just daughter and mother,
A love that can’t be replaced, a love like no other.We walk and we talk, and my child starts to laugh,
As we sit and watch some rabbits play on the path.
We now pull our coats around us so tightly,
As the winter wind it moans, it does not blow lightly.We are very soon now back at the car,
Strapping my daughter in, we don’t have to drive far.
Skipping through the afternoon traffic,
My daughter falls asleep, our walk was terrific.As we arrive home, I am greeted by my son,
He was happy at home with daddy he hadn’t wanted to come.
I hugged him and assured him it was his turn tomorrow,
So, what did he want to do? it was my turn to follow.As a mother of two most wonderful children,
I don’t find it hard to want to spend time with them.
For the times and the pleasures that our children bring,
Relax and enjoy them, try to make time to sing.So, the roots of a love between a child and their mum,
Could be traced right back to before their life had begun.
From knowing baby is there until that first kick,
Or maybe to the first time that mum felt sick.So tomorrow it is a day for mother and son,
A day to go out and try to have some fun.
Whilst our daughter spends time alone with her daddy,
She really adores him and he makes her happy.So, the roots of our love trace back to before birth,
Forging a love that is greater then anything on earth.
The time spent together alone with my family,
Is always good as we are a powerful entity.Written in response to – Wolff poetry writing challenge , using first sentence,
Our roots are deep just like my thoughts and her red sweater,For more see – The mystical city
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