It really has been a very varied week this week, and I seem to have a thousand thought streams coursing through my brain.
Louise finally came home on Monday, and despite not having anything as handy as a diagnosis, she is much better, and is slowly getting herself back to normal. Thanks for all the concern, best wishes and messages.
The over riding theme of the week has been time, and a lack of it to be honest. I have oft tweeted recently about the appalling state of the roads on my joyful commutes to and from work, and this seemed to reach a peak of crapness this week. Not only are the roads between my house and work being used as a traffic cone showcase, when I do find a stretch of road free from obstacles, I appear to be driving behind cars that don’t posses a fourth gear, and cannot travel over 25 mph.
My usual sunny dispostion was stretched beyond breaking on Tuesday (I think), as a long and tortuous drive home ended with me picking the girls up from my Mum’s, having to call at the shop for baking ingredients for Rebecca’s Home Economics lesson the next day (she prepped in plenty of time as usual), only to find the supermarket had no caster sugar, so we had to then drive to other retail establishments to procure some.
Reading that back it doesn’t quite capture the absolutely valid reasons for my stress levels. Anyway, I’d had a tough day, and crap journey and just wanted to get home. All this faff meant it was after 7pm when I did, and my sense of humour and good nature expired at around 6.15pm.
I should add that Rebecca was then inconsiderately ill for the rest of the week, didn’t go to school, and therefore didn’t need the bleeding ingredients after all.
This leads nicely onto the next theme of the week. Homework.
Not mine of course, but the work given to the girls from school. It does seem to me that there is a expectation that parent’s won’t just have to ensure that homework is completed, no, they have to take an active, and often leading role in it. This week, I have tackled –
- The Great Fire of London (not literally)
- The Nitrate Cycle
- Made a time capsule from the 1660’s
- Built a scene from Charlie and the Chocolate Factory in a shoe box (I kid you not)
Now, I’m sure the girls are not at prodigy levels, and neither are they dullards, but looking at the tasks set, there really is no way they could get this stuff done unaided. I work hard enough at my own job, thank you very much, without having to come home and tackle any of the above.
Of course none of this is helped by the girl’s uncanny knack of leaving every peice of work until the last possible moment. Those of you that know me at all, will perhaps realise that I like things to be planned and organised as much as possible. Examples of this are not allowing responsible grown ups in our travel party to keep hold of their own passports and/or theme park tickets, as I KNOW they will lose them.
Therefore this last minute Larry approach doesn’t do for my stress levels.
Next on the list this week…..we watched District 9 one night. I think it was Wednesday.
I had heard quite a bit of buzz about this film, but wasn’t sure of it’s contents. It really was excellent. I would describe it as….
Unusual, original, touching, thought provoking, entertaining, relatively action packed and enjoyable. Jonathan Ross has nothing on me!! (Apart from a few million quid).
Courtesy of another seamless link, Jonathan Ross leads me nicely onto the next topic buzzing through my head. It won’t surprise many readers drawn here via a Disney web site to know that the topic is Florida. (Ross is a big fan, and regular visitor). First it is important for me to point out that there is absolutely no chance of us affording a trip this year, however, this does not stop me pining for one.
Having had a trip to plan every year (once I had two) for, more or less the past decade, I am going through a sort of grieving process at my loss. Louise isn’t helping. Having not had the best start to the year, she is in “I need a holiday” mode, and she was in fact responsibe for me spending large chunks of the week, (absolutely not when I should have been working) checking flights, hotels, villas and all things Florida.
You see how Louise needing a holiday instantly prompts Florida research. There was no requirement for a discussion around destination. That ship has sailed…about a decade ago. Alas, said research only confirmed my thinking that a trip will be beyond us. Damn that Atlantic that we need to fly over. Flights are just not findable for the £7.50 my budget will allow.
Still, we shall not write things off completely at this stage. The event for which such a holiday would take place is a siginificant birthday for me, and that is in August. So many weeks exist between then and now, where a lottery win could appear, or maybe some kind benefactor (maybe a Mr J Ross?) who maybe stumbles across this rambling and sends me a nice chunky cheque as gratitude for passing a few minutes of their lives in fine fashion.
So a busy week then, and I even managed to go to the gym three times! A record for recent times, and my waistline is a constant reminder.
However the most stressful part of the past two weeks has not been coping with the house and kids alone whilst Louise was busy being ill, it was keeping Louise’s bloody Cafe World going on Facebook!! A sign of the times.
Now, which flight web site have I not checked yet?
Till the next time……