I’m allowed to sleep until 8.25 which is an amazing lie-in. Husband has been up for a while and is downstairs dealing with 4yo, and in his absence, 9yo has sneaked into his warm bit of the bed. She’s not well, tonsils are swollen and she has some mighty big mouth ulcers, so it’s a day off school for her. This is a bit of a bugger as I’m supposed to be going to the Country Living Christmas Fair. Husband brings me tea and I go to wrangle 4yo to school.
We arrive to find a small black scottie dog in the middle of the road outside school. It’s causing a bit of traffic havoc, but I know the dog so pull over and try to call her to the side so’s I can catch her. Fortunately my friend and her wee girl are passing so we use a bit of her little ‘uns breakfast sandwich to catch the scamp.
I take Dylan the dog (that is, our dog) for a walk in the park, which is nice for both of us. Then it’s home for him and off to the Fair for me!
The fair is fab – it even smells Christmassy. I see a few folk I know – Danni of Bonbons and Buttercream, who sells me a chocolate muffin mix in jar, which is intended for the P1 teacher who’s heading off on Maternity leave, Jenny and Emma at the Showpony stand (Showpony was responsible for my *free!!complimentary!* ticket ) plus I bump into a couple of mums from school. It’s all very pleasant.
I get back home in time to grab a bowl of soup for lunch and then out to get 4yo from school.
Ooh, the postie brings an Amazon parcel – it’s the Bust DIY Guide to Life. I’ve bought it as a gift for someone but can’t remember exactly who… You see, this is what happens when you do online shopping late at night, possibly after a glass of wine. Also credit card bill, including a year’s car insurance. Goodbye birthday money, potential new shoes and luxury food items, hello well-insured austerity.
The 4yo refuses to go swimming (each child gets one refusnik chance card per term) so we go home, eat Lidl stollen and watch Scooby doo. Mystery Incorporated is definitely the absolute nadir of the Scooby Doo oeuvre. Fred and Daphne actually getting off with each other – ew. Velma vying with Scooby for Shaggy’s affection – that’s just plain wrong.
There is lots of building work going on outside the house so the dog keeps barking madly. I go to look every time – when will I learn? There’s never anything exciting there.
It’s two weeks until 4yo becomes 5yo, and I haven’t done anything about her party yet. It being P1, I think a whole-class party is best, but having seen the whole class in action, decide that soft-play (ie total delegation) is the best idea. Finally get it together, phone the place and book it. She is chuffed to bits. I have agreed to make a Harriet Hedgehog chocolate cake, so do a bit of light googling for the recipe.
Hell’s bells, look at the time – 5 o’clock. I phone husband to remind him that he has a ski lesson tonight, then get on with dinner. 4yo helps me make corn muffins and there’s 8-hour stew from yesterday.
Take 9yo to piano – although she’s not well, she really wants to go as she’s done lots of practice this week. It goes okay. When she gets back the girls make invitations for the 4yo’s upcoming party on the computer. Very cute.
By 9pm children are finally dispatched to bed, I watch Only Connect and Buzzcocks on iplayer and brush the dog, then listen to I’ve never seen star wars and I’m sorry I haven’t a clue on the radio iplayer while I clean up in the kitchen.
Late night, off to bed at 12.45 – oops. Double oops, I read until 1.15.
Phew – that was my day in the life. Thanks to Laura for picking a good day, and Mooosh for collation duties