Packing for Camp

My afternoon and evening resumed wtih the usual. I collected Godzilla from school, where he and Chippie played beautifully together; some Thomas the Tank Engine meets Trash Packs. It is possibly the absence of Monkey Boy, currently at camp until tomorrow afternoon, that has enabled such peaceful interraction to occur.…

In agreement

Another not-quite-last minute “I’ve been asked to do the morning shift tomorrow” phone call from hubby yesterday saw me on Toddler Swimming Lesson Duty this morning. Am beyond caring about state of legs and no longer tell people that I just like to wear textured stockings with my bathers to…

It's difficult

I find it difficult when you break my sleep, every night, and have done so for the last three years, to function in a calm and, well, functioning manner each morning. Day, really. I find it even more difficult to determine what it is, exactly, you want when you scream…

The Exercise Resolution

I don’t make new year’s resolutions for the simple fact that any plans I make, and I mean any plans I make, are always screwed with and nothing ever goes to plan. As you can tell by my recounting of my extremely well planned New Year’s Eve. Not that the…

The morning after fall-out

The quite play last night was just that; Quiet, cooperative, fun play. I had no reason to be paranoid, yet my gut was telling me to be wary. I have been mostly lucky, thus far, in relation to “the kids are quiet, they must be up to something”. It was…