The Wicked Witch of the West

Or maybe the Good Witch of the South – some days I just can’t decide.

And no, the girl isn’t doing the washing up in the background, I’m not that mean. I think she’s getting herself a drink of water.

A Little Space to Call My Own

I posted, back in March, about how little room I had to spread out when I study. The picture I posted showed a reasonably tidy table with neat piles of papers.

As time has gone on though, the tidiness and neat piles have vanished, replaced by a slowly creeping tide of papers and just stuff all over our dining table.

Fortunately for me, the husb is a very tidy person and eventually he got fed up with my stuff being everywhere.  Also fortunately, he is kind and could see that I was finding it hard to study with such a small space.

So now I have this:

my own desk, computer (made from the spare bits of old computers – he’s a very clever boy) and SWIVEL CHAIR!!  Yes, I did type that in capitals because yes, I am very excited to have my own swivel chair (with wheels).  I’ve banned the children from it already.

I also have a shelf (sandwiched in between two shelves of the children’s stuff) to put more stuff on:

complete with pretty boxes for little stuff like a stapler and highlighter pens.  One of those boxes is full of different sized post-it notes.

A swivel chair (with wheels) and my own stash of post-it notes.  Life is good.

Hippy Chick

Another pic from yesterday, when the weather was positively balmy.  Unlike today, brrrr.

Love

I love them both, and I love the relationship they have.

Context

I should give some context to yesterday’s post. The boy didn’t just randomly get two butterflies to land on him.

We had some caterpillars from tinterweb. You get 5 caterpillars in a plastic cup, with enough food to get them into their cocoons. Once they’re in their cocoons you transfer them into a big net box type thing and wait for them to hatch. When they’ve hatched you release them. They usually hang around for a while before they disappear.

The smalls loved releasing them, the boy particularly as witnessed by yesterday’s pic.

You couldn’t see how pretty they are in yesterday’s picture though, so here’s one with open wings.

The Butterfly Whisperer

One on each hand, no less.

Splat

The husb managed to fix my phone (mainly because he is amazing and fabulous) so I can share the collage that I made, um, I mean helped the children in my class make.  I am a teeny bit proud of it as it’s the first piece of work that I’ve been involved in that will be used for a display, and I’ve never ever been even slightly involved in a collage before!

If you want to see the picture that it’s based on, it’s here.

I give you……..

Secret Agent Splat (and please note our beautifully colourful duck, no monochrome ducks for us nosireebob).

Barrel Scraping

I am stumped for a photo today.

Today, I attempted to update the firmware on my mobile (only because my mobile told me to – yes, I am a slave to technology).  It’s all gone a bit wrong and my phone is currently in the mobile hospital (also known as the husb’s study), which is a real shame because  I had a fantastic photo of some collage work that I did with the children in my class today which is going to be used in a classroom display – my first time up on the classroom walls!

Plus side – the husb thinks he has saved the photos on my phone, minus side – I can’t have my phone to post as he’s trying to resuscitate it as we speak, more plus side – I have a husb who is able to resuscitate ailing mobiles.

So, somewhat pathetically, here’s a picture of the blossom on our apple tree.  I took it at the weekend so it is relatively recent and I do quite like the picture.

The Class Bear (Cat)

We had the boy’s class bear to visit at the weekend.  I was all grumpy and “oh no, not the class bear again.  Another diary to write, ensuring that it looks like we did some interesting stuff without being an overly competitive mother (seriously – some of those mums have written 2 pages just on an overnighter)”.  Sigh, harumph and huff.

Then it occurred to me that we won’t ever get another class bear home to visit, as they don’t have one in Year 1 and Whiskers has been home twice this academic year now, and so I got a bit sad.

I am all about the fickle this week.

Divided

At the moment I spend a lot of time grumbling about Rainbows.  It’s eating into my time more than I can afford it to.  I’ve got plans to hand it on to someone, I’m just desperately hoping that these plans don’t fall through (please, keep your collective fingers crossed for me on this one?).

I do grumble about it an awful lot, when I’m at home.  But when I’m actually in the thick of a meeting I love it, and for all my grumbles I will miss it when I’m not doing it.

And then when I get something like this, it makes me really want to not have to stop doing it.

Fickle, much?