Tuesday, September 30, 2008
Monday, September 29, 2008
Why should I feel guilty? I have no idea, I just do. Maybe it's the deeply embedded protestant work ethic!! Who knows.
Anyway, much to my annoyance, Husband was working from home today. He sometimes does on a Monday but I was swept away in a freedom frenzy last week and had forgotten it maybe hard to recreate all over again. I had plans to settle down and finish a very long book (which has tiny writing and a lot of pages and I'm finding it quite hard to read but feel it may be worth it in the end) read bloggy things and maybe, just maybe, play the piano a little, while the house was empty (I can't remember how to play properly but like to 'play by ear' just for myself).
Now I know Husband wouldn't really care if I read a book all day, though he may comment about blogging for hours, but I just couldn't bring myself to sit down. I wanted an empty house, it had to be empty.
So I have spent the day cleaning!!
The place is sparking! I even finished cleaning the windows inside and out (a job which I had started last week). I can't say it was a wasted day, it all needed to be done, it just wasn't what I'd planned!
At tea tonight Husband said "That was such a tiring day!"
I just looked at him.
"All those customers I phoned up" He said "I've been on the phone all afternoon"
I have to say I couldn't find the words to express my thoughts at that moment!
Small Sprog sniffed his way through his meal. It seems that bouncing can bring on a very heavy cold out of the blue!! Tall Girl had enjoyed her team building day at school and was glowing with health.
"Don't bang your knife and fork on the table like that!" Husband growled
I gave her a look, which I hope, she interpreted as 'take no notice he's tired' and luckily she didn't comment. Our table, by the way, underneath the cover, has a marble top (great for pastry making, and mine from a different life pre Husband) very hard waring when I last looked!
Mum phoned tonight. She's back and wanting to visit. Guess what am I doing for my next day off??!!!
Sunday, September 28, 2008
We are the last family in the street to purchase one and I was beginning to think' Why bother?' when they happily went out to play on everyone else's!! However we have given in (or given up I'm not sure which!) and there it is. A vision of blue at the end of the garden. Why do they make them blue I wonder? If only it was green it would 'blend in'!
Husband put it together on Saturday. I had a horrible feeling it was going to be another 'greenhouse episode' but luckily the instructions were in English and the photos, though taken in China, were very clear.
Ever since it has been completed though, Small Sprog has been on it. Bouncing. All the time. And shouting too. (I am worried about the neighbours.) He has been very excited, and of course, he has invited all his mates in the street to play on ours. Now I know why I didn't need a trampoline in the garden! We have been invaded. There have been injuries, though thankfully not major, but unfortunately mostly to other peoples children.
If we hadn't reigned him in he'd still be going out there. Bouncing. Like a Duracell bunny, on and on and on! He should be tired, hopefully. He's safely in bed now, probably dreaming of bouncing. Or something more onerous, plotting perhaps, who knows what small boys dream of?
Thursday, September 25, 2008
It involved lots of deep breathing, lots of stretching and an exceeding amount of coordination. All in all it was harder than it looks! It was the coordination thing that really did me in! Remembering to breath in when you move that leg and breath out when you wave that arm and breath in again, keeping your tummy taut. It was all too much! I was sucking in when I should have been panting out and moving the left instead of the right. I fell over once too, well wobbled over really! Coordination was never my strong point!
And then there was the timing. A lunchtime class. When should I eat? If I went to the class hungry then my tummy would rumble embarrassingly during a quiet contemplative moment. Eat before I go and there may be, given a little exertion, the chance of accidental farting!! A difficult decision as you can appreciate!
Anyway there was one point when, as I was lying on my back staring at the ceiling, listening to lots of heavy breathing, I had to resist a very strong urge to laugh out loud! I just could see us all, from the observers point of view, panting and lurching about on the floor and it was very hard to take it all seriously. Concentrate, I kept thinking, you really must concentrate.
So I did try to concentrate because everyone else was very serious, and actually It felt very good. I'm sure it helped my back too and I'm definitely going again. One thing was disappointing though. No one was very friendly (and no I didn't accidentally fart!). At the end everyone just wandered out to their separate worlds. I guess I'll just have to rely on bloggyland for chatty folk!
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
He has been gone since Saturday afternoon.
It's been quiet here.
I've done as I pleased.
Last night some friends came round for supper.
We had a lovely evening.
The children have been good.
It's been a great time all told.
It will be strange to have him back.
It feels like he's been away for ages.
A time of adjustment is needed.
I already feel a little resentful of having to share my space again .
I must be a very bad wife.
Jumping for Joy!
(because it was the last day of term in July and they had
a whole 5 weeks of holiday to look forward to)
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Monday, September 22, 2008
So here are the instructions: What you are supposed to do...and please don't spoil the fun...Copy/paste, type in your answers and tag four people in your lists! Don't forget to change my answers to the questions with that of your own.
(A) Four places I go over and over: Bloggyland (so sad!), Exmoor, Work, all the places the children need to be deposited at every week!
(B) Four people who e-mail me regularly: Amazon, Johnny Boden (catalogue!), Alternative Mother, M&S! (now if it were texts then I might look as though I have a few more friends!)
(C) Four of my favourite places to eat: Outside over a campfire, My mums house, Pizza Express because the children love it so much, Sifnos (A greek island, amazing beachside restaurant but can't remember it's name. Having said that I probably couldn't spell it anyway - I don't have the keyboard for it!))
(D) Four places you'd rather be: In the country, On a warm beach, On a long walk or in bed!
(E) Four TV shows I could watch over and over: This one is very difficult because I don't watch much TV. I do watch the weather forecast a lot though. Oh yes I remember; Life on Mars, I could watch that over and over!!
(F) Four people I think will respond: BS5, Bobo, Jenny and Akelamanu (hopefully).
And there you have it!
Sunday, September 21, 2008
Friday, September 19, 2008
"Do you ever hear a large thumping sound in the night?" He said "A bit like a drum"
I looked at Husband and he looked at me.
"It's the rabbit" I said apologetically "We have a degenerate rabbit. Does it wake you up?"
"Not every night" He said
"I'm so sorry"
"I got up the other night"He said "To see if something was outside. I thought something might be attacking the hutch!"
We never bother to check them! "No, it's the thing in the hutch that makes the noise. It's their warning signal, she just, well, sort of thumps. She has very big feet" (As if that is an excuse!) "She's a bit deaf too, and she can't see very much either" I don't think he was about to feel sorry for her but the sympathy vote was all I could hope for!
I apologised again "I'm very sorry. I don't know what to do about it. She wakes us up some nights too!"
At this point I think he was very controlled, but I knew what he was thinking.
"You'll have to go to get some more tomorrow then" He said
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Thursday, September 18, 2008
Husband thinks it's hilarious! He is calling it my Prattees class! Hmm.
Mum called today for the afternoon. She's off to France this weekend for a week (and Husbands off to London for nearly a week) and she wanted to see us before she went. (Nothing like being totally abandoned!)
Now the nights are drawing in she gets a little edgy about going home. She doesn't like driving in the dark, which means that by November coming for the afternoon will not be a very long visit!! Anyway, she decided not to stay for our evening meal, which is eaten about 6pm to accommodate children. 'It doesn't get dark until 8' I said, but she insisted that it's dark by 7pm. I think she is referring to 'dusk' but anyway I didn't argue.
Meal preparations were almost complete this evening, and she was still here.
'Would you like to eat with us mum?' I hinted 'There's enough'
'No, I'll go home in a minute'
Dinner was ready. I could delay no longer. 'I bet as soon as it's on the plate she'll decide to go' I thought. Yep!
Plates on the table and children's hands washed and ready to eat. Mum decides to go. ' Bye!' She says cheerily as the dinner steams on hot plates at the table.
The children are torn. Small Sprog wants his dinner hot but also wants to say goodbye to his beloved granny! What a dilemma. I am seething! The food is on the table. Our nice calm and quite (well perhaps it's never that calm or quiet but at least it's usually co-ordinated) mealtime is in uproar! The children are running about with Granny hanging off them for kisses and goodbye hugs. Husband is sitting in his car with the engine running on the road, waiting for her to take her car out of the drive so that he can pull back onto it again! And me?! I'm jugging plates, in the oven, out of the oven, in the oven, out of the oven and so on.
I should be used to it really. She always comes in like a whirlwind, and now she has perfected going out like one. I do love her so though!
When she's gone the house is reasonably quiet again. We settle down to eat. As I'm sitting there I realise that I won't see her again before she travels. I didn't really wish her a happy holiday or give her an extra hug. And then I realise that I forgot to give her all the bits of shopping that she asked me to buy, Aaaggh!
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
I like my hairdresser. She doesn't chat too much, she's calm and serene and gives the most amazing head massage. She does often cut a bit too much off though, but it grows soon enough!
I picked Small Sprog up from school at 10.40 to take him to his dyslexic tutor. He was happy and chatty as usual and when we arrived at our destination we were a little early so we sat in the car together.
"Do you like my hair?" I asked him with a grin.
"Looks just the same as usual" He replied.
"I've had it cut, didn't you notice?!" It looked very different to me!
"No" He replied "You always look beautiful!"
Can you believe that? He's 8 years old and he already has the 'gift of the gab'. He definitely had a sparkle in his eye when he said it and I had to chuckle to myself. All those lucky girls of the future!
Monday, September 15, 2008
So, my mouse finger hurts. Yes, I know I'm whinging again but, you know, sometimes that's what a diary is for. Oh and I know you're reading it, so I should say something jolly, and today is a jollyish sort of a day, it's just that something is wrong with my mouse finger. I think it's the onset of arthritis or rheumatism or gout or something! Probably (also) to do with vast amounts of alcohol which I have been consuming for the following reasons:
It helps my back pain (whinge, whinge)
We had friends for Sunday lunch (so you have to be sociable don't you?!)
I prefer to feel a little light headed (it makes everything look so much better!)
I have something wrong with my mouse finger (OMG I'm getting old before my time)
The problem with having something wrong with your mouse finger is that scrolling and clicking become a bit painful. Well, on a scale of pain it's certainly not childbirth! More like discomfort I guess.
So if anyone has a solution (and I realise a healthy diet would help, cut down on alcohol etc.) Then I'd love to hear (read) it. Meanwhile the sun is shining (so it can't be the damp!) and there are a million jobs to do. So what am I doing here?!
Sunday, September 14, 2008
"C'mon big bra ladies!" He shouted at the top of his voice!
Luckily they laughed.
...................I'm not sure I deserve it but am very pleased to accept!
Thank You Liz
Now I have to pass it on so here goes;Hullabrouhaha
All well deserved!
Friday, September 12, 2008
After a while I found myself in tears. It was unintentional and I felt ashamed, trying to hide, but he knows me too well. I always find it hard to look forward and often look back to the golden years with fondness but possibly through rose coloured spectacles. Husband was surprised at my tears. He doesn't know a great deal about my previous relationships. The intensity of my first love, the passion, the endless range of emotions and, even now, how it is all so very vivid and still raw.
It was a great love. A love (and lust) which I know I will never experience again. Which was destined to exist only for a while, but even so, consumes me now. It lasted 10 years, off and on, and every moment is etched indelibly on my heart, my soul, my being. I am blessed that I have experienced such emotion, for some never do.
My tears are not for the past. For that worked itself out and can never be relived. The tears are for the present and the future. The absence of that passion, that first love, that emotion. I know those emotions have been replaced by a comfort and solidness that others long for. A comfortable family life. A normal life. No risks, no searing pain, no excitement, no heart wrenching fondness.
I have so much to be thankful for. But to carry on in a passionless life is like living in a world of pastel hues. Pretty, nice, but just a little faded.
Thursday, September 11, 2008
Husband is always the one who gets the bed time routine going. He goes up, I follow. When he's away it sort of doesn't work. Then in the morning he's also the one who gets up first. I'm not good at mornings.
Tomorrow I have to get Tall Girl off to school by 7.20am. I have set two alarm clocks and have programmed myself to get up as soon as they go off rather than laze about thinking about getting up, as I often do. I just hate getting up!
So I'm off now.
I've resisted the hoover. I'm being sensible. And as much as I'd love to sit around and chat, I really must go. Wish me luck, I'm not sure the alarm clock will do the trick and I am really looking forward to reading my new book in bed.........
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
H is for hot houses!
Finally a shot from the balcony of the
old Victorian hot house at Kew Gardens London.
I love the architecture of these old buildings
almost as much as the beautiful content's!
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Tuesday, September 09, 2008
Today he came home with a party invitation. Gosh, how lovely of someone to include him I thought. The invite was from a girl, Emily. He is keen to attend!
This evening I asked him how his day had gone. He said he had had an IT lesson. (His last school didn't do much IT and the children had to share computers, so his IT skills are not quite as honed as his class mates but at his new school they get a computer each and two sessions a week so I am hoping he will do well.)
"How did you get on?" I asked.
"Anna helped me, she's nice."
"Oh!" (Another girl, I thought!)
He played with a friend after school tonight.
Her name was Erin.
Can you see a pattern here?!
Tonight before tea he asked if he could phone a friend from his old school. I handed him the phone and half an hour latter suggested that he ought to put it down as tea was nearly ready.
Olivia's tea was probably on the table too!
My mum rang just a few minutes ago to see how the children are both getting on at school. On hearing Small Sprogs news she muttered, almost disapprovingly, "You've got trouble brewing there"!!
I think she may be right.
Oh, and the photo, I nearly forgot! The chains of pain are no longer binding!! One dose of muscle relaxants and my back feels much better. I must learn to treasure the comfort of a healthy and pain free body, because it really does feel very good.
Friday, September 05, 2008
In all the madness of the last few days Small Sprog has also started his new school.
I picked him up after his first day:
"Oops mummy" He said
OMG what has he done, I thought!
"I had a school dinner by accident!"
"How can you eat a whole school dinner by accident?"
"I had pudding too"
"Yes" He said
"But I sent you to school with a packed lunch!"
It is 3.15pm
"Can I eat it now?" He replied
I guess new school makes a small boy hungry!
PS for those who've asked, I still have a major pain in the back! It's driving me nuts. I am trying to avoid the doctors but I may have to grit my teeth and go anyway. Even the strongest painkillers in the house don't seem to be making much difference at the moment.
Didn't mean to moan really!