Where does the weekend go?

I’ve slept for quite a lot of it. An hour of the middle of today was taken up with the ballet exam (she seems to have enjoyed it, don’t know when we’ll find out any more). Tim and Small spent their time together building a very tall duplo tower – we need more bricks!

I’ve emptied three drawers upstairs that were full of old magazines for no apparent reason (will blog one of my finds later though, when Tim comes back to scan it 😉 ) and Tim’s taken them off to the recycling at Morrisons. Big is sitting sniffling damply on a sofa, telling me she doesn’t like school any more because a drawer fell on her. She didn’t tell me anything about this at the time, I’ve no real idea what type of drawer we are talking about because it’s in the dining room, which wasn’t a dining room when we had our tour. Can’t seem to get through to her that this is a small incident that we can address, and we’re getting a lot of clingy behaviour generally.

We seem to have spent all our talking time this weekend arguing – I really struggle with the pedantic literalness that she exhibits. I shouldn’t as it’s a trait I’ve an inkling towards myself, but by no stretch of the imagination do I take it this far. It makes me struggle to speak to her sometimes as I know that what I’m saying is going to be twisted about, but I can’t guess how until I’ve said it. 🙁

Right, I suggested knitting and drawing this afternoon, and she wanted to know then if crochet was a type of knitting and when I said not said that we wouldn’t be knitting together then would we? Aargh. Pass me that brick wall someone, do I have to say that we may spend some time doing handicrafts together???

Whatever else I do, I’ve got to go and sort out the huge pile of stuff that’s now on our bed, or Tim and I have nowhere to sleep tonight. Oh, and right this minute she wants to knit…