Annual parent torture!
Annual parent torture!
I’m not even gonna pretend to know what they are!
OK… google thinks they might be ‘Autumn crocus’ and I’m inclined to agree! (Who dares doubt the mighty Google?)
Google also says – don’t eat it. I find myself saying that a lot as the owner of small children, but thankfully, they aren’t into eating flowers!
From our annual ‘Autumn Walk’ because every year, there’s a kid homework about Autumn, and this seems the easiest way to do it!
So, this is my bed. I’m ‘working’. I don’t think my husband would agree with that, I suspect he’d say I was making a mess. However, I am faced with the fact that I have agreed to teach people to crochet. At my work. So, this is people I will actually see outside of ‘class’, unlike my previous (not too unsuccessful) delves into teaching. Being at my work means avoiding taking books with me, as this could be construed as me recommending them. Which, in all honesty, I probably would be. This is not appropriate. So, I’m going book free. And am therefore, collecting patterns and scribbles in notebooks and on post it notes into one ‘bible’ – something I should have done years ago.
However, in my brain, it’s fine to keep recipes for actual food, play dough, and crochet patterns in the same notepad. Meet the mammylu book…
Anyway, I am listening to iPod. And somewhere between finishing the new eels album and heading for Sam Baker, (I got a bit depressed as I can’t afford to go see the eels and am jealous of those who are), I came across The Lake Poets. So am now on the single ‘City by the Sea’. I’m a single behind and hope to rectify this when husband gets paid on Thursday. The ‘b-side’ (are they still called that?) to this song is called ‘Small Town’ and between the 2 songs, you can pretty much get a rather apt description of where I live. I mean it’s not all gloom and doom, I’m sure there are some nice places, I’ve just never been to them. However, I wouldn’t (maybe couldn’t) actually consider moving away from the sea.
Which is odd really when you think about it. It’s bloody freezing, foggy, soggy and sometimes a bit smelly. But I can leave my house and be at the sea in less than ten minutes.
So I have to agree with the singer, cos
when I die, it’s where I want to be, in a grave, in that city by the sea
So, go to iTunes, download the single. It’s good. Try the new one too, I’m sure it’s good also.
Anyway, I should be working, (and instead I’m shirking). So, good evening all!
So, I felt a bit rubbish today. Which didn’t make much difference to our plans, as largest child goes to football training (if you can call it that when they’re that young?) which he loves. He learns football skills through playing games, there’s lots of running about and stuff, and it tires him out. So we do it every Sunday!
After lunch, both boys napped. Which gave us a problem…
What to do with two reenergised small people on a rainy/snowy/sleety afternoon? Answer- go for a walk on the beach! I’m not mad, honest. I don’t see why we can’t stick our waterproofs on and go for a walk when it rains (which is often). Husband complained. A lot. Which is normal.
But everyone else had fun! And we were warm because, due to the incoming tide, we had to hurry to avoid getting stuck and frequently run to avoid getting wet.
How do you get ice cream on your head though?
It is St Patricks day today also. So another reason for ice cream, as a year ago today I went into labour (and then stopped, and started again 4 days later). And so, this resulted in littlest’s middle name being Patrick. So he got ice cream to celebrate his saints day. Thankfully, there are no snakes round here for him to chase away!
From experience, kids are happier when they’ve had exercise. Weather does not allows permit a walk to the park, and differing children ages mean my little crawler ends up left in his pushchair whilst my larger child runs about.
So… The solution.
The Soft Play Area…
Sticky surfaces, germ infested ball pits, screaming kids, excessive sugar, tantrums, manic races to get small people to the bathroom, practising your yoga to follow your small person through impossibly small places, overcoming claustrophobia, rescuing stuck children, lukewarm coffee, small people who refuse to leave….
I really could go on all day! What’s not to love?
We frequent a toddler group, based in the play area of a pub chain. For Â£2.50, I get to set the large one free (he likes to make friends, then come and play me and small) he gets juice and biscuits, and I get a coffee. Small one is currently playing for free, until he’s less small, anyway.
I get to down my coffee, then walk/crawl round in my socks for an hour. Not my idea of a fun morning! But the small people very much enjoy it.
Then I bribe them with sweets, and bring them home for food, and hopefully some quiet playing while I my housework done. That’s where we’re at now, so wish me luck!
What does everyone else do to tire out the kids?
So, I’m a bit achy right now. A couple of weeks ago I added Pilates to my exercise regime. It’s.. Erm… Well… Different! I did nearly laugh tonight at the sight of a room full of women lying face down whilst ‘swimming’ (kicking arms and legs). I went to the gym today too, so I’m pretty tired. I thought Pilates would help with my flexibility, though it’s too soon to tell. I’ll keep you posted! Apparently, if you’re tall it’s harder to be bendy. Not sure how true that is, but it makes me feel better about my unstretchyness (wow! New word).
A couple of weeks ago, we took the kids to see the lights in roker park. When I was little, the whole seafront used to be little up for christmas, as illustrated in some pictures I
stole borrowed from Facebook:
I remember how busy it was, and how many other people were there, just to see the lights. And generally how excited and hyper I was to be staying up late and getting the bus to Sunderland.
As these things do, the lights got less and less, and eventually got replaced by other events. The park in the town centre has lots if lights now in the holidays.
I lost count of how many times we had to ask our very bouncy, very loud toddler to calm down… And slow down…. And then there were tears when we had to go. So mammy and daddy were a bit worn out afterwards. And they understood why their parents were reluctant to be dragged out to these things all those years ago!
Overall though, we had fun, and it’s great to see things to do in and around the city I live in. I don’t mind being worn out, if it makes my kids happy, and gets us doing something new, as a family.
What childhood tradition would you like to share with your kids?
Well, it’s getting late, so..
Good night folks xx
I just dug out my laptop, thinking it’d be nicer to type on. And I could listen to music too. After forty minutes of arguing with it, I have succeeded in emptying the recycle bin. So now I’m back to an iPod/iPhone combo. Apple have won again!
Anyway, bananas and herbal tea have been the theme for the weekend, as I found out on Friday that I’d put on 4lbs in a week and a half. Not exactly going well with the weight loss thing. But I’m not gonna dwell on negatives! Maybe I’ll have something positive to report on weigh-day-Wednesday?
Last weekend, I dragged family to local park to take part in a local ‘big walk’, we did a health walk. Husband didn’t want to be there and pointed that out almost continuously, and toddler ‘wasn’t tired’ but needed to be carried half way round, despite that, I enjoyed it. And toddler was happy with his medal.
It did reinforce my family’s, (well my husband’s really), version of supporting me. It’s very much ‘do want you want, as long as I’m not involved’, but such is life! Anyway, it’s a nice park, and it wasn’t too cold. The walk leaders were people who knew the park really well, so we learnt stuff on the way – who knew there was a bed of chamomile there?
So, now I’m listening to some Sam Baker. Highly recommended, if you’ve never heard of him. Not like anything else I listen too. A little sad sometimes too, but sometimes it’s nice to listen to something that isn’t as cheerful, it puts stuff into perspective.
Well, before I get too maudlin, and turn this into a pitiful rant…. I’m not gonna go on about things that are in my head too much, a lot of them should stay there. But I will pose a question instead, if that’s ok – why would a husband tell a lie about where he had been and who he’d been with? (The presumption here is that nothing sinister is going on).
I think I should maybe quit while I’m ahead, good night folks xxx