We’ve spent the last couple of months catching the cat every time he’s made it upstairs and dragging him back down again. Last night, I carried him upstairs with me and let him explore – he spent the whole time watching me with half an eye, wondering if I was going to come to my senses and cart him off downstairs again. So I got to go to sleep with the sounds of a cat prowling about instead of mice skittering through the floorboards.
I wasn’t quite so impressed when he woke Big up at 6.20am to tell her it was time to get up and let him out 😕
In other news, Small has discovered tantrums. We knew that, he did it at the weekend. It wasn’t so much tantrums at school as just bad temper, but he belted a couple of ppl today. A is beginning to think he’s understimulated and I am wondering whether boredom is influencing these little outbreaks. I don’t mean boredom in the sense of he’s nothing to do – Small pretty much always keeps himself occupied. I mean boredom in the sense of there’s undirected energy kicking about in there – so we’ve spent large parts of the evening discussing new ways to entice and amuse. A is going to continue to focus on his maths and literacy (oh, how very schooled! rofl) while Tim and I have discussed a whole bunch of other activities that might just draw him on a little.
Big is doing fine. She’s going on a trip to London with A and some of her classmates – they’ve been practising a carol. She’ll love it – I’m taking Small to meltham for the night so that he gets an overnight stop out as well. I’m anticipating that he may still be slightly annoyed though.
Right, scrabulous is failing to load and I’ve nearly drunk my hot chocolate. Must go and try out the contents of my secret parcel* and clear off to bed.
*Tim was most confused to receive a delivery all the way from holland – I didn’t buy it, we’ve been sent it to review, and I’m being paid for it into the bargain!
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