Thursday is swimming day and pizza night. Before the first trip to the swimming pool I’d done two business phone calls and sold a website, so I was feeling quite pleased with myself. Just as well Big came down to the pool with me, as it meant she was there to collect smallest while I was nappy changing tigerboy. That’s the second week running she’s bailed part way through her lesson, and I’m beginning to feel a worrying sense of deja vu to the last time I went through this with a three year old.
Anyway, short lesson meant a quick trip to lidl before lunch, where I was pleased to discover our preferred coffee on offer at 3.99 for 200g. I was less pleased when it was rung through at full price and took nearly ten minutes to sort out anyway, if you’re kenco rich fans you might want to check it out.
Home, where I finally remembered that eating is good for me. And cracked through my todo list like a good ‘un, though I am sadly finding I’m adding items faster than I’m removing them. Scored major brownie points with Big by getting her a kindle version of the sequel to her favourite book of the year for review, but failed to make the second round of the book blogger competition I entered at the weekend. Actually really sad about that. Would love to be paid to blog about books, and winning an iPad is the only way I’m ever going to have one. Just too far down the priority list otherwise.
Evening, and Tim did the evening swim run while I took half an hour off as the bread machine made pizza dough and I fed tigerboy in front of the television. Then pizza time and a very ranty evening as I tried to persuade children to go to bed at a reasonable time. Given that three out of four of them are still awake I’m not doing very well with that.
Also had a long conversation with small as to why saving all his dirty clothes up for a week then putting them in the wash together made me angry. (thought I was keeping on top of the washing this week. So wrong it would seem.)
And so to bed. Maybe at some point to sleep?