Well this has been quite a week.
On the up
Feeling strong, capable and confident. I actually felt like a grown up this week (and I rather liked it!). Being mum solo* was really quite empowering. The kids were great, we got to school on time every day AND without forgetting anything (except Nina’s French book on Monday). It was a little strange at first but I soon got into the swing of things.
My babysitter. She was put to good use this week as Harry and I had tickets to see the mind -bendingly, jaw-droppingly brilliant Derren Brown at the Grand Theatre in Leeds on Tuesday. Followed by my sister and I having tickets for Franz Ferdinand at the O2 Academy on Wednesday. They were equally as brilliant, fast, funky, fabulous beats and infectious, sexy lyrics. We loved it and danced all night. My babysitter says she is happy to work as she wants shoes.. at this rate she is going the next Imelda Marcos!
Nina’s spellings. She got 7 out of 8 this week, which I thought was a staggeringly good result when she had to learn Stephenson and Trevithick amongst others. I can’t even pronounce Trevithick! She thought that Brunel was funny as it had “Bru” as in brew, “Like last week mummy, there was Gin in engine” Honestly I don’t know where she gets it from!
My friends. Thank you so much for all the amazing words and messages of support after last week’s blog. I was really rather overwhelmed. Plus I had friends looking after H&N on the strike day (thank you Angie), for parents evening on Thursday (thank you Sonja) and picking up from Ukulele and gymnastics (thank you so much Ian and Sarah). I really really couldn’t manage without you and I am very grateful!
And on the down.
Sunday evenings. I have only got used to Paul being back in the house and he is off again. These weekends are not long enough. Who ever made up the 5 day work 2 day off rule needs a serious talking to. What were they thinking?
Margaritas. Move over tequila there is a new party spirit in town. Cachaca a rum made from Sugarcane juice and is the main ingredient in Caipirinhas, the Brazilian national drink. My neighbour makes a mean one as I discovered last night at our Baby Group 12 year reunion. Caipirinhas roughly translated means Country Bumpkin which is a bit how I felt this morning.
Hangovers on Mothers Day. See above. Although being woken up by the sound of grumpy preteen boy wrapping your present and throwing it at you makes for an original start to the day!
So all in all a great week, now just to do it all again next week. Highlights to look forward include taking the kids on a night out with (my) school raising funds for the minibus appeal (by eating curry, this is my kind of charity work!), and the end of term Key Stage 1 disco with the dreaded Easter Bonnet competition. Nina swears the exact same hat has won every year for the past three years. So any ideas for a competition winning headgear will be gratefully received. Oh and then there is small matter of breaking up for the holidays on Friday. Bring it on!
*Monday to Fridays