Today has not been my favourite or my best. I had an interview for a job that I really wanted, but I didn’t get it. Plus point – at least I found out today and didn’t have to wait ages for an answer.
So, anyway, there I was in a “meh” kind of mood when the husb reminded me that I hadn’t looked properly at the photos he took on Saturday.
I thought I’d share this one with you as it really made me smile. Thank you the husb.
Like a Mexican standoff, but with mega blocks. No-one was prepared to make the first move.
Not long after, it became apparent that the boys had just been waiting for an opportunity to build on their own!
We made a flying visit to the West Country so we could see my Grandmother on her birthday and my Uncle over from America AND a bonus Aunt and Uncle that I wasn’t expecting, not to mention 3 of my 4 siblings (get well soon L) plus their children, and my mum and dad.
We travelled down after school yesterday and came back today.
It was utter chaos and very busy but absolutely worth while.
Frankly, I think she’s looking pretty good for her ninety cough years.
Sadly we weren’t travelling at the speed of light so it took us some time to reach the hotel where we’re staying while we visit family.
On the upside, I had fun trying to catch pictures of trailing lights from our car window while children slept and the husb got us there in one piece.
Quite a Big Silly.
I glanced to the side as I was crossing my study (sounding grander than it is but there you go) and was horrified to see what I thought were mouse or rat droppings.
I gingerly moved the bag out of the way, expecting a small furry creature to wave cheerily up at me at any moment. The bag is full of money tree envelopes (with real, heavy, money in them) and I had every intention of dropping it on said small furry creature if necessary (sorry animal lovers).
I will admit to a certain amount of panic, and even the possibility of tears.
Apparently though, I am the adult in the house when the husb is as work, so I managed to hold it together so as not to freak the children out.
But look! Droppings!
Because I am the adult, and really quite brave when I have to be, I got down with a torch to check under the table and around the edge of the walls to see if I could see where they might be coming in.
It was at this point that I realised it was actually fluff from a new jersey dress that I bought last week.
They write their own. Saves me time and keeps them amused for hours. Hurray for cards.
It must be, otherwise why would the boy be having so much fun doing his maths homework?
Also, is it just me, or does it look like he’s mastered the art of levitation here?
Well, it does at our school’s christmas fayre anyway.
You pay 20p to choose an envelope hanging from a christmas tree and in return get either 20p, more than 20p or a chocolate coin – win/win. A week or so before the fayre, the PTA send home a brown envelope with each child and a letter asking for a voluntary donation of either 20p or more to be put into the envelope and returned to school.
I volunteered myself for the job of checking envelopes, filling some envelopes with chocolate coins and then hole punching and tying ribbon to for hanging on each envelope (194 and counting at the mo).
Fortunately, I had some elf sized helpers (well, I’m assuming they’re roughly elf sized anyway).
The boy was checking to make sure that no raffle ticket envelopes slipped through – one nearly did necessitating a complete re-check of the whole lot.
The first day of advent, the Christmas decorations are starting to creep out.
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Tagged The Season
We really hope he found his way home. The girl was most perturbed when we saw him on the floor and thought sticking him on the post box was a genius idea.