Art class in the morning, so my alarm went off depressingly early at 8am. Only particularly depressing as the baby is currently making up for dropping off feeds during the day by feeding ferociously at night, so I am tired. Bone tired. Beyond bone tired and into that headachey feeling where what’s inside your head feels bigger than its container.
Kids were thrilled that their Red Alert 2
arrived already, so Tim was hard at work trying to get two computers set up to accept the game and network it. Why is it never that easy? It should be just put in disc, install, run game, but it never is.
Anyway, got kids out of the door and off down to their art class, having managed to shower and breakfast *and* persuade the baby to eat solids too. (Weetabix. Apparently weetabix is acceptable as breakfast fare.)
Dropped the kids with heavy hints about wanting them to actually be learning stuff rather than just decorating craft items (I can do decorating craft items at home. I can’t do art/ painting lessons.) and rushed home to put the tent down. We only put it up in the garden to find out whether Big and I can put it up without Tim (we can, Festival of History is a go) and it’s been up ever since. I’d wanted to put it down with her, but that had been superceded by just wanting it down, so dragged Tim away from his computer woes and we dropped it.
To find that there were puddles between the tent and the footprint groundsheet, bizarre given that it’s rained once, a week ago, and not for very long at that.
And then as I was just finishing up feeding the baby to go and get the children, she decided to fill her nappy, so Tim had to go instead 🙁
Which at least left me time to process some washing, while melting in the sun.
Big didn’t come back, instead going off with her friend for the day, but Small had some lunch and then me, him and the baby jumped in the car to go off and see his friend R for the afternoon.
Lovely afternoon, the boys are really getting along well now. They played with transformers, bit of Xboxing, we had cake (with chocolate custard) and then I chucked them back in the car and we raced home so as to have time for our next appointment.
That was a special preview evening at a local gallery, that Big and Small had had personal invites to. Note to self, preview evenings are a big deal, and jeans are *not* the required look. Oops. Still, lovely to meet a couple of the artists, and have chance to talk about their work.
Was an event too far for both the kids, who after a long hot day rather let themselves down behaviour wise. Although tbh, I should have known better than to expect anything else 🙁 Split our forces on the way home and Tim headed to pick up takeaway while me and the kids popped for milk and cereal. Big managed to escalate events to the point where she went straight to bed on returning home, which at least led for a quiet meal time. (Before you call SS, she’d had tea out with her friends earlier, I’m not quite at the sending them to bed starving stage. Yet.)
And that was our day. In a tweet:
art class, tent down, nappy, lunch, playdate, home, special gallery preview, takeout. Throw in washing, feeding, changing and that’s my day.
Hm, not sure that the whole blogpost adds all that much to it. Sorry.
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