I apologise for the late posting, and missing my usual Sunday tea time slot. I was humbled to see a surge in visits around that time expecting a new post! A busy weekend and Mother’s Day led to the missing of the deadline. Hence me rattling this out over a lunch time sarnie at my desk.
To be honest, it was more a mild rage last night that led me to not feel inclined to blog. What earth shattering event led to such a rage? Homework! You may well think that I am a little old for such things, but no, I have found that homework these days is “fun” for all the family, and unless I have kids who are severely educationally challenged, it seems that most homework is now so involved that it would be impossible for the young folk to complete it without help.
To be fair to school, Rebecca had done the usual trick of having been given two weeks to complete a project, she had taken that as a signal that she could leave it in her school bag for one week and six days and then have a thrash at it on the Sunday before it is due. I gave her a very rare rollocking for this one, and having done so, did what I shouldn’t, and helped her out with it. So through Sunday afternoon we cracked off two weeks’ worth of project, and it was looking pretty good.
Work was stopped whilst Grandparents visited for Mother’s Day celebrations, and then when Rebecca took to the laptop once more to finish it off in the evening, the law of sod struck and rendered the USB drive upon which our labours were stored useless. I wrestled with it for hours, googling for solutions, and even using the tried and tested violence on both laptop and stick, but to no avail. The work was lost.
At this point the dark clouds descended, and I have to say I was mightily upset. Louise had the good sense to leave me to it, and Rebecca retreated upstairs for a shower. Safe to say I emailed the teacher involved, and explained that the work would be late due to technical issues, as we were not starting again at that time of night!! I can wallow with the best of them in a pool of victimisation, persecution and why me??
So a long explanation of the bloggage blockage.
The last week has been fairly mundane to be honest, and with all hotels booked for the holidays, the main fun of planning is over, which I am always gutted about. We are now making final preparations for the impending arrival of Rebecca’s German, with Louise redecorating the spare room. We’ve warned the girls that we cannot have the usual World War 3 style shenanigans of a morning where we have to shout, wrestle and throw things at them (well, to be honest Emily) in order to get them up, dressed and heading towards school. For ten days we shall have to live the text book family life shown in all cereal ads, where they all sit, perfectly dressed, around a breakfast table enjoying a meal it clearly took three hours to make, before bouncing off happily to their daily lives.
In reality, our house is a blur of last minute panic, shouting, loud music (to wake the girls up), and animal shepherding always resulting in leaving five minutes later than we should, with the girls cramming some sugary breakfast bar down their necks as a vague homage to a proper breakfast.
I wonder what “If you don’t get up now, I am going to sell your drum kit” is in German?
On Saturday, Louise went out on a rare girl’s night out with her work colleagues. As it is rare, she had of course to purchase a new outfit, the cost of which I am yet to fully understand, as it included the obligatory handbag and shoes, and more creams, lotions and potions than a Dark Arts class at Hogwarts. Add to that the meal, drinks, taxis and petrol and I think it is coming close to one of our mortgage payments!! As she arrived back home on Sunday morning, tired, and declaring she couldn’t do that every week, I could not agree more.
So what did I do on Saturday? Well, it was odd. I was home alone for the first time in years, with Louise on the razz, and the girls out and about for most of the evening; I wasn’t quite sure what to do with the peace and quiet. I usually spend Saturday nights with around seventeen teenagers in the house, praying for some peace and somewhere to sit down. So to make the most of this rare occasion I filled in our census online and watched Where Eagles Dare!!
I also corrected a long time wrong, and watched Wall Street…the first one. Nope I’d never seen it, and I don’t know why. I did enjoy it, and of course was incredulous as to how young Charlie Sheen looked! Now with all his millions in the bank, and having no job he needs to go to, I have to ask where did it all go wrong????
Sunday was dominated with lots of ironing, by me, as Louise was not back till lunch and she then had to prep the house for incoming oldies for a Mother’s Day tea. We had a relaxing meal, as it was mainly made by Louise’s Mum to be honest, and we ate whilst watching the Florida DVDs again, which my Dad particularly enjoyed, and he seemed to be a similar emotional wreck to me the week before, and began telling Louise’s Mum, for about the hundredth time, that she should go and it is the best holiday in the world!! Agreed.
I hope his return to full health comes quickly and that he is able to do Florida again soon.
We then sat back and watched the girls play Just Dance on the Wii for an hour, astounded by their apparent energy levels that seem to only apply of a weekend, and are sadly lacking at around 7am on a weekday.
And so begins another week, which brings us one week closer to the 27th of July, the official start of our next adventure. Between now and then, we have a German visit, Rebecca’s birthday (and she wants a house party!!), Emily’s GCSEs, her prom and her departure from school. So a few landmark events, and I am struggling to comprehend that she has finished full time school education already.
For anyone else with a child of GCSE age, I only hope it is not just us who only seem to talk to their child about revising, a lack of revising, not going out so they can revise, and some plans for revising. Are you getting the idea? I really have to remind myself to talk to her about other things, and have some fun; otherwise we could become enemies very quickly! Add to that Rebecca sitting on a two week project for the best of two weeks, and the mere mention of anything academic at the moment has me breaking out in a panic.
By the way, I have cheekily asked one of our IT chaps at work to see if he can rescue the contents of our defunct stick, and if he does I may just full on mouth kiss him in the middle of the office. Bloody computers!!
Onwards then into the week, with the consolation that I am off for most of the back end of April, making the most of the endless Bank holidays and weddings. I hope I can stay awake until then!
Till the next time…..
6 thoughts on “Stick it!”
You never said how you found Hot Tub Time Machine…or are some things just not worth mentioning?
Oh yeh!! It was alright actually, and better than I expected, mainly as I was expecting dross 🙂 I like John Cusack though, so that helped.
Must admit I was one of the tea-time traffic. Apparently you wrecked my wife’s plans for her Saturday night viewing. She went off to change into her jammies before watching CSI Criminal Mentalists only to find I was deep into Where Eagles Dare thanks to your tweet when she returned.
Best wishes for your Dad, hope he is back to full health soon.
Can’t beat a good Broadsword!!
Wenn Sie nicht jetzt aufstehen, werde ich Ihren Trommelinstallationssatz verkaufen!!!!
Very useful, ta!!