actually, it was more of a late afternoon trip, but somehow that doesn’t have quite the same ring to it.
Another lazy morning – if all weekends were four days long, maybe I wouldn’t be so in need of lazy mornings, but they aren’t, and I am. Then the children were encouraged to make cards for their friend, and after a late lunch, we pottered off to Brighouse. A couple of hours in a soft play isn’t that unpleasant, I’d taken my crochet with me, and was prepared for sitting quietly in a corner. In the event a couple of other mothers from school sat down with me, so I got to chat as well.
Watching Small with his friends was illuminating. Most of the time he’s just Small, the littler of the two, and very much himself. Seeing him with friends from school, all of whom are a couple of months older, made me consider him differently – he’s a very self possessed not quite four year old. There’s a maturity there that I hadn’t really noticed when he’s just alongside Big – she was always mature beyond her years too, so I guess it’s something my children have in common.
It was an acceptable afternoon, although I really wish it didn’t involve quite so much driving to and fro. Joyfully, I get to do it all again next weekend, it’s birthday season for little boys it would appear, and the mother who was sitting chatting to me, said suddenly, “You did get the invitation, didn’t you?”
“no?”
“For next Sunday? 2.30?”
“Nope, sorry. We can make it though.”
And there goes another weekend.
Ah well. Tonight we’re having curry, and we’ve taped Doctor Who. The children are in bed, presumably not long before they pass out after such a hectic afternoon, and I won’t be all that far behind. Might see if I can get a bit further on the bag I’m making though first.
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