I can’t remember Friday day – I know that I got up early enough to shove camping stuff into the car, and then I went to work, but I can’t actually remember work apart from continuously looking at my phone to find out whether it was time to go yet.
Tim took the kids out and turned up with Small shaven and shorn – my only consolation is knowing how fast his hair grows. And I didn’t cry this time, wept buckets last time.
We got away before 4 and headed south to pick up James and camping equipment and then further south to find Wicksteed park and the rest of the gang.
It’s pretty good turning up for camping and the tent already being up. I probably should have dealt with the beds immediately, but I think instead I ate and then there might have been some wine, and the children needed to run around a field a lot, so they did that too. Then I did beds, put children in them and drank more wine and stayed up far too late talking and crying with my friends. I needed it.
The children didn’t think I needed sleep, so they did contortions and woke up at something around 4 having reversed themselves and landed on each other. I didn’t enjoy sorting them out, but apparently we didn’t wake up Kirsty and James so I can’t have shouted too loudly. Then they did the wake up very early thing, so I got up grudgingly and sat around feeling sorry for myself until kind ppl gave me tea, and I loaded kids into the car and went to FoH via Tesco and their toilet, which was somewhat more welcoming that the campsite loos despite being in a portacabin!
The FoH was great, I’ll blog more of it in a post with pictures, think I’ll stick with the holiday aspect just now. We attended both days, with tent putting down slightly delaying the start of sunday, but not unmanageably so. As blogged elsewhere, we left right at the bitter end, and went via a Little Chef to the beans, where Big was very upset as SB had fallen asleep in the car and wasn’t up for playing til midnight 😉 Despite this she was also inserted into bed, eventually, and I retired downstairs for some more wine and chatting, keeping Helen up far too late given that she had to go to work the next day.
Children got up early, I got up later, the weather was much warmer than the weekend, proving that I had got slightly sunburnt on Sunday despite applying sun tan lotion, and Helen managed to get off early, so I was pleased that I’d put off post lunch departure plans to post tea right up until the point that Big had an almighty meltdown about leaving. I do think this is unfair. I have never caved for her tantrums, not accepted her attitude, I am rational and calm until pushed over the edge (which granted is nearer than usual atm, can’t think why) and I’m fed up with her doing this. She behaves like a spoilt brat who always gets everything, and completely lets down the side and the montessori education which is supposed to promote caring for others. Apparently others don’t include your mother.
Grr. when I eventually got away I only had interminable roadworks to deal with to get home and did it in a reasonable amount of time, unloading mainly sleeping children and just essentials out of the car. I probably ought to unload the rest of it as well at some point.
Made it to work yesterday and took two trips out which was rather tiring, today was an office day after we’d spent the morning admiring the toads which have belatedly arrived for their annual convention. I don’t know where they come from and I don’t know where they go, but school appears to be on their direct path, so each year they come visiting. There weren’t very many today as it was rather hot – when it rains there will be loads.
End of the day and got home, and the cat found a frog in the garden. Tim didn’t know that they scream 🙁
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