for not blogging for a bit.
We went away. Only for a couple of days, and without Tim at that, but I’ve discovered that going away for two days camping requires at least two days preparation, and a day or so coming down afterwards. So for two days out, 5 days away from virtual life.
Hm. May have to try to get a bit more organised to cut down on the required preparation. Or rope in the children more. Hollow laughter.
Anyway, thursday was a day of list making, and list failure. I tried, really I tried. But the world was against me, including the HMRC self employed helpline, who hung up on me 5 times when I rang them to explain that I’m no longer self-employed. Sigh. This is why I don’t do paperwork – whenever I try to do paperwork, it just doesn’t happen.
While attempting to clear the list of the things that must be done, I turned it over and added a list of things that actually got done. It was quite enlightening in explaining the lack of entries on the first side.
Along with ringing HMRC 5 times, I spent some time on the phone to the coop. And along with time on the phone I spent time in purposeful conversation with the children. We did maths, talked about spelling, may have discussed language exchanges and Big did sewing. (You may wonder how I would be involved in her sewing, but believe me, I was involved.)
Small and I discussed words – nano, micro and milli. This was started by him telling me that a nano me would be very small. He’s right 🙂
Purposeful conversation sounds a bit contrived. It’s not though, at the time. Because if you contrive to make it educational, it quickly becomes boring, and your children switch off. So we can only have that kind of conversation when we are all interested in what we are talking about.
Along with education there was feeding. Of me, of children, of baby. Several times. And the things you have to do after feeding, the nappy changes. I did email. I did twitter. I lost my list, I found my list. And I didn’t really do much packing.
I did do three loads of laundry. And some shouting. The shouting was related to the third load of laundry – I asked the children to fetch dirty clothes out of their room so that I could be sure they had clothes for the weekend. Some hours later they’d fetched out a very small pile. Then I had a go, and in three minutes I fetched out twice as many. So then I shouted. 🙁
And that was as far as I got towards packing really, so the intention of leaving by midday Friday was optimistic at best and downright hopeless at worst.
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