Hello. Alright? I'm feeling a little tired. This might be because l decided to have an alcoholic ginger beer just to help the old Sunday night ironing along. And then another one. Before you could say "middle aged lush" it was midnight and l was watching an old episode of Father Ted and trying not to think about lessons for my Monday class.
Yes, I'm back to teaching Monday morning s because my replacement got sucked into an alternate universe via a suspicious crack in her living room wall, poor thing. As l write, she is probably being beseiged by daleks. Well, that's my spin on it anyway. Because it couldn't possibly be that she was too useless and unprofessional to just fail to turn up to teach her class, could it?
So this morning we did 'shopping habits' and then in the afternoon l took the higher level students for a session in the art gallery, and jolly nice it was, too.
Just found out that funding application for working with students and schoolkid in the gallery has been rejected though, boo, so no money for me to continue having fun at the arts centre after Xmas. Double boo and sad face. Have l been too hasty in giving up Mondays?

Hello, how are things? I'm in bed, trying to ignore my grumbling stomach. Yes, it is a fast day, and although I'm feeling pretty good on four breakfast biscuits and a sugar free Werther's original, l do have food on my mind. The thing is, after the weekend l just had, l really do need this fast day, not least because of the detox necessary for continued liver function...l went to see my friend H, who is these days a respectable solicitor. However, this has not always been the case. We have been friends since we were both less than respectable law students, a very long time ago. Some things don't change though. Except we have swapped Lambrusco for prosecco. And the hangovers are a tad harder to handle.
Still, the good news is that in my weekend absence, my lovely husband persuaded my lovely kids to start doing the washing up on school nights. Wah hey! Which is why l suddenly find time to write to you. l know! It's a Wednesday as well! Smiley face

Twin 2 wrote a song to commemorate our morning in the dentist today, called 'I don't like dentists' (to the tune of Hedwig's theme from Harry Potter). To my mind this is a vast improvement on her last song, which was called 'I don't like Mummy'...
Not much going on at the moment, other than my wild early-christmas shopping sprees. We're all sorted for xmas day - yep, even stockings. It's a bit sad, I know, but I just get a bit too excited about it all. The only thing I haven't bought is a present for Hubby. It's impossible. If he wants something, he just blooming well buys it himself. Oh, apart from pants. Somehow I usually end up buying pants. Maybe that's what Santa can bring him this year, a nice big multi-pack of pants. That'll be festive.
Right then, yoga or telly, yoga or telly? Alright then, yoga it is, I suppose...cheerio x

Wednesday-ish

Hi, how are things? I'm feeling a bit Wednesday-ish. You know how people have 'that Monday morning feeling'? I have a Wednesday evening feeling. Wednesdays are generally a bit manic. This was today: It started with the usual morning stuff (Twin 2 having histrionics because she thought we were late - wish she'd never learnt to tell the time), took Twins to school, cycled in to work, taught until 12pm, then cycled to another centre and taught again from 12.30 until 2.30pm (all good really - thankfully I remembered my lesson plan today), then cycled back to pick Twins up (by this time it had started to rain, and my stomach was rumbling from existing on nothing but three cups of coffee and a breakfast biscuit), picked them up, walked home in the rain, made kids' tea (whilst lesson planning and doing class admin), at 5pm did Twin 2's physiotherapy, listened to Twin 1's guitar practice, reminded Son to get changed for Karate, and at quarter to six bundled everyone in the car to drop Son off at karate. Between six fifteen and six forty five I finished my lesson planning, listened to some more of Twin 2's guitar practice and checked Twin 1's spelling practice, then we went to pick up Son. In the five minutes whilst we waited for Son at the sports centre I finished off the online grocery shop...
So, we get back home.
Now, I aim to spend around half an hour with each of them on a one-to-one basis each school night, but tonight it was late, and I had some admin to do (letters for school, karate, etc.) so I asked them to get ready for bed. Of course it all ended up with Twin 2 in tears and toothpaste everywhere - I won't bore you with the details.
At bedtime I said that Wednesdays were getting a bit manic, so I would no longer be doing the special one-to-one time for all of them. However, I said, I would still spend time with Twin 2 because she always spends her half hour with me doing speech therapy and reading comprehension to help her at school (the other two just get to read/draw/chat with me).
Twin 1 then said in an extremely huffy voice. "Well that's not fair. Just because she's disabled. It's not fair that she has a disability and we don't."
I suppose she has a point...