Or otherwise entitled happy enforced bring your children into work day.
At least as far as the hus-creature’s colleagues are concerned.
For you see, there is no school today. And actually there was no school on Tuesday either as it was an election day. Don’t ask me why, no idea, couldn’t vote anyway but the kids had a day off school.
We declared it a pyjama day today as it’s suddenly really cold, and the electrician is in the middle of digging a trench to run cables to allow us to plug in the car – and it has to be done quick before this cold snap turns more permanent.
And also because neither child wanted to get dressed and I couldn’t be bothered to have an argument when we didn’t need to – it’s not like we had to go anywhere.
Today’s attempt at feeding children part the first:
TT ate barely anything, but #1 Son ate everything apart from the banana (and he at least bit that).
This was dinner:
#1 Son has decided this is evil, but TT cleared her plate.
I give up.
So #1 Son has only had a three day week. Surprisingly he has handled it far better than I expected. I choose to infer nothing from this as it could mean absolutely anything. So yesterday we had to walk home from school as our lovely J had another appointment. So we went and got our usual ice creams.
The irony of buying ice cream when the temperature has dropped significantly is not lost on me but a mile and a half walk is tiring for him and it’s a nice little treat and it’s something that both children eat and enjoy.
Actually as we were walking to school we walked past our usual ice cream shop and the Tiny Tyrant pointed at it and said “Hello ice cream yay bye-bye” as I had told her we were getting ice cream after picking up #1 Son.
Her comprehension and vocabulary appear to be expanding by the day. I’m doomed!!!!
On Wednesday (yes I know I’m jumping around a bit) I had my (now becoming usual) “Sit ‘N Knit” class and as this one is from 7 to 9 PM I miss children bedtime so I make sure that I say goodnight to them before I leave. When I said goodbye to TT she said “no mummy no out not yet. Cuddle”
Which is a bloody good sentence, shows incredible comprehension and is manipulative as all get out.
So I sat and knitted my sock I have managed to start on the heel! Huzzah! Yes yes I am very well aware that a sock needs a friend but let’s just go one at a time shall we?
And the long-memoried in the audience may recall that last week I was obsessing over a certain skein of yarn…
Well the precious is mine:
Wonder. Woman. Socks.
I think it might have been the final skein from the current batch. I had to rummage to find it.
I will knit them. I will stroke them. I will love them. I will wear them.
I so rarely make things for me.
Oh and I got my first knitting friend cell number 😊😊😊
Yesterday I popped downstairs to give H another bag of outgrown TT clothes (thankfully she seems happy to have them – I always worry in case it’s seen negatively somehow) and we finally managed to exchange numbers.
I also met her twin grandsons – very sweet boys 😊
It also seems she’s as keen on Christmas as she is on Halloween – so I’ve happily handed over outside decorating to her.
I can handle a tree (and finally a real tree – the cat will be a bastard with whatever we get, and after all, she is a forest cat) and maybe some indoor decorations, but I’m not ready to tackle outside yet…