It rained again. The tent is *still* up in the garden, and after a horrendous night with Small (and also Big in bed with us briefly, or so I’m told) I really wasn’t chuffed to have an agency ring at 8.30 this morning. Still, a contract is a contract, and it’s good to get some followup, as it’s incredibly demoralising to send in application after application and get nothing. I’ve contacted one of the agencies that got me an interview in February, and they were happy to have an updated cv, so here’s hoping.
Children have been horrid and lovely in turns today. Small is beginning to get quite physical – he has this game where he drops himself on you, which is funny when you are playing too, and incredibly unfunny if you aren’t expecting 2 stone of child to suddenly land on you. Suspecting it wasn’t a very clever game to play in the first place, but (spot the anxious mum) I do worry that he doesn’t get enough physical rough and tumble. I’m sure I’ve read that it’s important for small children…
Big got her Jolly Phonics workbook out and did some more joined up writing, not quite sure where the motivation for that has come from, but I’m not going to argue. And they both spent quite a bit of time colouring in Thomas piccies for a competition. This afternoon Big spent ages on starting her string art – I’m taking piccies as we go, so I’ll be able to share. And I got really frustrated at how long it took me to find anything to be able to do the art in the first place.
I don’t know why it is, I barely seem to get anything done when I’ve got the kids around in the day time, and in the evening I don’t have the motivation to do anything. The house subsides slowly into a complete pit, and it gets more and more difficult to do the day to day jobs.
I came back from Hesfes feeling all recharged and ready to go – had a couple of great days, but now, with the behaviour rearing its incredibly ugly head, and the rain meaning I can’t get the tent down and I’m drying laundry in the bathroom *again* I’m feeling a bit flat. When’s the next camp anyone?
ps I missed my blogday! Blog was two years old two days ago. Why did I start a blog a week before a baby was due???
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6 responses to “My time to come down.”
I don’t know- some sort of technological nesting instinct perhaps?
I think paragraph 4 succinctly describes my own hair tearing ponderings- all I can say is, having got to age 5 without a small one bringing up the rear (pip was 5yr 3 mths when Titch was born), I know it improves so I’m just letting the junk accumulate- doing essential ‘maintanance’ only- until my toddler-time is done 🙂
rofl, I missed mine too didn’t I? Happy blogday, anyway! Maybe you can celebrate your 1000th post instead 😉
Day to day jobs, so kwym, it’s a struggle to get them done here too. And so demoralising when you look around and see them all not done. Then time to avoid doing them as it would be too much effort to catch up with how you’d like it to be …
anyway, looking forward to the string art piccies 🙂
Perhaps we ought to campaign for HE’ders to have cleaning ladies. The schools do after all 😉 and we must be saving the Gov some money.
Josh (8) used to have this way of occasionally greeting people which was to bump into them with a loud roar! Unfortunately he still does LOL! Weightlifting or body padding is all I can suggest 🙂
Happy Blogday Jax, hope you get some results on the job front soon.
AHH,Jax,that thing about grumbling about how long it takes to get stuff out to do an activity,it was like you were holding up a mirror to my afternoon!Burnt my self on iron to boot,doing Hama,which was inspired by Mondays group!!!FUN!!!!Give yourself a pat on the back,we are all doing a *good thing*
Because it’s the law of pregnancy that one starts something which will be impossible to keep up/finish i.e. painting the bathroom, starting a blog…