So, there is currently an iPhone in the house with Pocket Frogs on it. (I had to put *something* on it to register without giving iTunes a credit card. Honest.) Which should mean that I get a few minutes peace and quiet to blog, but actually means I get about 5 seconds in between her shouting at me to catch a frog for her. Not really the result I was looking for.
It’s been an odd sort of day. Interesting discussions on twitter about triberr, which I’ve yet to explore fully, so will reserve full judgement on, but my initial impression is not positive. Nickie has written an interesting post on it, and I daresay her comment thread is now charging away into the distance (smacks self around head for not writing the blogpost this morning instead of having the extended conversation about it online….)
In positives, I cooked spaghetti bolognese tonight, the bolognese bit from scratch. Everyone but Smallest liked it, which was a first – she is usually the child I can guarantee will clear her plate. Even Small liked it, and both Tim and Big had seconds. We had another conversation about prices – a whole packet of mince went into that meal, which made it quite expensive for us, £2.50 a packet. Plus passata, onion, herbs, olive oil and of course pasta and cheese to go on top. So I’m guessing the whole thing might have come to around £4.50 or even £5, which is right at the top end for what I like to spend for an evening meal. And yet if we went out and bought ready prepared, or I’d bought in a sauce to cook it in, we couldn’t have come anywhere near that budget. Interesting thoughts.
Midwife appt to get results of bloodtests – they thought I was there for booking in, and only had one of the umpteen test results. They changed tack very quickly though, rang various depts and got all the results except the ones they refuse to give out over the phone, which presumably I’m never going to get as they hadn’t reached the GPs system via paper or computer. Hohum. Anyway, it was the Hb one I was interested in, and it turns out I’m not anaemic, which means there is no obvious cause for my current breathlessness, so the midwife suggested I see the GP. Obviously even when referred by another health professional there were no appts, so I had to come home and will have to get up in the morning at 8 am in order to ring to get an on the day appt. Or more accurately, to spend a lot of time queuing on the phone.
You’d think there’d be a better way of handling an internal referral really. And just as well I’m not running around at 8am getting children to school or anything. But I’m not, so I will just set my alarm and deal courteously with the delays. Honest.
Been a tough day with the older kids. We’re going through another period of my intermittent lack of confidence with our style of home ed (which is child led not an awful lot of anything most of the time) and I’ve imposed new rules. New rules never make things run smoothly, though I thought we’d got the teething pains out of the way last week. Apparently not, and today has been tumultuous, I foresee long difficult conversations tomorrow.
So I’d probably better get to bed, in the hope of getting some rest and being able to deal with it all then.
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