much better thanks.

Small was indeed much better this morning, so much better that he got himself dressed while I was showering. I came out to find him struggling with his button (which is indeed very tight) but otherwise pretty much ready to go. This meant that even without Tim’s assistance and with the obligatory run-back-inside-for-forgotten-object we still got away by 7.30 this morning.

This did not mean that I got into work early though. Oh no. Instead we had ten minute meltdowns from both children once we’d arrived at school. After some time spent trying to calm them down, I left them to it and went into the diningroom (where everyone is at that point, having breakfast) and said

“I can only find one of Small’s slippers, he’s got a dinosaur he doesn’t want to put in his drawer or give to me so he’s crying in the cloakroom, and Big says her top that she’s worn with this cardigan all summer is not itchy, so she’s not happy either.”

And Ailsa looked at me and said “normal morning then?”

😀 I do like taking my kids to a place where they are understood. In the end K (children’s house teacher/ directress) got the basket of dinosaurs out for Small so that he could see that if he really needed a green dinosaur with spikes, this need could be satisfied in school. I left him getting a mat out so that he could work with the dinosaurs. Big appeared to have forgotten about the itchiness by this point.

I was still late for work though 🙁

And late running out of work (and just realised that I haven’t done the bit that I said I’d do from home as I’d not got time to finish it before I ran out) but only a minute or so late getting to the school.

For the first time in absolutely ages, Small stayed awake in the car the whole way home, and asked questions, gems like “will the world die?” He didn’t seem to go for the is it alive answer, and wanted to know if it would break, so then we got onto the sun going out (cue hysterical crying from Big, even when I pointed out that was millions of years into the future (she is planning on living to be a million apparently)).

I’m sure there were some other good ones as well, but I can’t remember them now.

Once home they didn’t seem to want to go to bed, and I can still hear them chattering upstairs. The cat appears to have forgiven me for leaving him alone all day, and I’m going to go and quickly wash up before Tim gets in, hopefully any minute now.