A little bit of get up and go

came back home to roost.

Mainly thanks to Kirsty, it has to be said though. 🙂

But first things, first, the morning. Up late, I’ve been remiss recently and somewhat reluctant to face the day, which isn’t doing me or the kids any good. Today I had planned that we would do some structured stuff – Big is getting seriously attitudinal again, and a bit of focus usually helps to sort that out. So we started after breakfast with some more of her english workbook (ooh, another 11 letters 😉 ) and then she did some more work on her competition entry.

While she was doing that, I was trying to track down packaging materials for bookbags. Decided that officeworld, theoretically near Kirsty would be good, but thought I’d give her a ring to check whether she knew if it was still there. (See, I don’t always trust the internet 😉 ) She twisted my arm, 🙂 , I cancelled the nursery nurse who was due to play with Small this afternoon (feel slightly guilty about that, but I’ve been playing with him, and I’ve noticed that the sounds are increasing, even if the words aren’t) and we relocated a little further north, bookbags and all.

The kids were a little fractious, which in some ways was good – there’s a peculiar bonding that you can do when all your kids are being horrid, iykwim. Well, it sometimes makes me feel better to realise it isn’t only me who goes through this stuff anyway! Big was reasonable most of the time, but she did have a major strop over the sharing of some chocolate muffins which resulted in her hitting and kicking me. I didn’t like that very much. 🙁

Got a whole pile of bookbags parcelled up, though I’m grovelling that I missed the post. Will get them sent off in the morning, I promise. Then on the way home, going down the motorway, Big had another strop, and kicked the back of my seat with both feet. I’d like to point out that I was driving, and not expecting this, and so was just a touch cross at that point.

We had a chat after tea. I’ve gone for direct consequences now, rather than the sort of waffly “better behaviour required” that I’ve spoken of in the past. Hitting and kicking while out results in returning home immediately. Kicking me in the car will mean that the next time I go out in the car, she doesn’t. I think she took me seriously.

And then we read some more Daily Life in Tudor times, or whatever it’s called, and also a couple of pages of Elizabeth I (Usborne Beginner) which went down pretty well, although it did take rather a while.

She went to bed, I’ve been watching tv. NCIS, since you ask 😉