They write their own. Saves me time and keeps them amused for hours. Hurray for cards.
Category Archives: The Girl
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.
I’m thinking of banning the ongoing and excessive use of monkey bars.
Her hands are wrecked and must be sore (although she’s saying nothing).
I feel like I should apologise for posting a lot of pics of the girl at the mo, but she’s being incredibly accommodating about me taking pictures so I’m making the most of it while it lasts.
She beaded her own hair this weekend (first thing, while I was asleep), it must have taken her ages.
It’s funny how things change. A year or two ago, when friends came to visit, I would have really stressed about making sure I got a picture of the day to remember it by.
I don’t know why, but I’ve changed. I’m much more relaxed and would rather spend the day enjoying the company of lovely friends, like the ones who came to see us today, than trying to photograph them.
I have no photo of today, but I probably had a better time because I wasn’t worrying about taking pics. And on the upside, I have got pics of the smalls in their onesies to share!
“A tiger and a leopard walked into a school…” sounds to me like the beginning of a bad joke. A bit like my day really.
So far today:
My journey into work which should take 20/25 minutes took me an hour.
I was asked to help in nursery for an hour which in itself is fine (lovely in fact as lovely people work there) but whilst there I sat down on the carpet to read a story and sat in something wet. The ladies there very kindly said it was probably spilled milk but (a) I’m not convinced and (b) either way I must smell fairly weird.
Work was just hard today – it happens sometimes (often if I’m honest) but it always leaves me feeling unexpectedly tired.
I have a bag full of papers that comes back and forth from home to work and vice verse. Fortunately it contains neither childrens’ work nor confidential information. However, it does contain planning and information to help me with my intervention groups, along with a few books that I’ve bought to help with the sessions. I put my water bottle into the bag without checking it was closed properly. You can guess the rest…
Friday is swimming day for the children so it’s the one day of the week that I need to leave on time. I left work later than planned (due to spreading paper to dry then forgetting I’d have to gather it all back before I left), got as far as the car and then remembered that I’d left a book on a heater (to dry out, of course). I went back for it as I thought it would probably constitute a fire hazard and I would hate to be responsible for the school burning to the ground! That added 15 minutes to my journey. Then I hit an even bigger traffic jam than this morning and it took me an hour and 20 minutes to get home. It felt like about 3 hours, but fortunately the husb had left his work early (well, it is Friday after all) so even though the children didn’t make their swimming lessons, one of us was at least there to collect them from after-school club before it closed.
The most sensible decision I made today was when I got home. Instead of sitting down for a much needed cup of tea, I decided to walk down to school to meet the husb and the smalls (knowing that on a Friday there are always many bags to carry). I met them as we were rounding a corner in our respective directions and the joy on the faces of both the children and the husband was quite a thing to behold. Turns out the joke was poor but the punchline was a beauty.
Anyway, back to the beginning, “a tiger and a leopard walk into a school…”
I can barely keep up with the development of my children! The boy has embarked on the epic journey that is Beast Quest. Yes, my littlest is reading chapter books.
At a whopping 60 books (not including special editions and whatnot) I don’t expect him to surface for some time!
When faced with the tricky problem of how to put next years’ movable feasts, such as Mothering Sunday and Easter, into a calender for next year, the girl’s immediate request was for my iPad so that she could google it all.
I’m not entirely sure how I would have done it when I was her age but it would probably have involved the library, my parents, an almanac of some kind or even all three.
I am slightly in awe of her and the boy’s technological aptitude. It won’t be long before they are much more competent than me in all matters tech. Thank goodness I’ve got the husb to keep up with them.
I’m obviously failing my children in the “teaching of life skills” department. I asked for bath time beards and got this.
They need some training.