Recharging.

It’s been a lovely week, having friends to stay. Friends we’ve known for years and years, whose children have grown up alongside our children, who are easy ppl to have around. We spent time on the beach, sat around in the house, wandered around charity shops, and visited a nearby landmark and museum. So the children were socialised, educated and exercised, and I can count that as a good week all round for home education 😉

It was also a good week for chatting, drinking tea or wine, and eating chocolate. And I managed a run or two (slow, short runs, sadly) and two Zumba sessions so far. Slightly worried myself when I got sent links to how to vidoes via twitter – and I actually watched them, then rewound bits and tried it out…. could be a new obsession 😉

I’d like to find an exercise obsession that dealt with that flabby bit that we all know and hate. Running has worked its way up my legs, firming and toning as it goes, but stopped just below the belly, leaving me with a body looking rather like one of those children’s jigsaws where you mix and match top and bottom halves to make amusing misfits. I hold out hope that one day something I’m doing will kick in, and my midriff will magically tone up and I’ll be able to wear the same size clothes top and bottom. It’s a faint hope, I’ll admit, but we all have to dream.

Dreaming is what I’d like to be doing now. But the other thing that has drifted this week has been sleep patterns, and Smallest is resolutely awake and currently causing havoc with the wax crayons that some other child has helpfully left out. Sigh. Do other ppl have houses and offspring like this? There must be other parents out there, eyelids propped open with matchsticks, waiting for their toddlers to look tired. It’s hard to do anything else intellectual either, as she is a little needy just now, so I can’t really grab a book and read, or get set to and clear out some of my draft posts to a preview stage.

Bigger sigh. In a little while I’ll just give up and go to bed, and she can come along and bounce on my head until she passes out. Children. Who’d have ’em.