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Date: 22 March 2004 08:43:07
Thus spoke my youngest this morning, just as I was thinking it too. He will play and play with it for ages, the first thing we have ever found that he will play with contentedly alongside me while I get on with something else. He's built a fantastic tower now which is almost as tall as he is (which is something I was tempted to try last night once he was in bed!). He does talk incessantly while he does it, but I have mastered the art of nodding wisely and saying "mmmm" in an interested-yet-non-committed kind of tone of voice.
Tiddles has, this morning, once again lost his school bus pass. Bless him. He has two bus passes - one for school and one for music centre. He's lost his school one about ten times now - and at five pounds a replacement his bill is mounting up! Saturday morning was a typical example of life with Tiddles:
For Music centre we have three choices: I can walk him to the bus at 9.20, I can drive him to the bus at 9.30 or I can take him to music centre myself at 9.40. I decided to go for the middle option, running myself a bath before I went and then planning to come straight home afterwards to jump in it and laze with my book for half an hour. He was lucky I decided to sit in the car and watch him until the bus came instead of just leaving him there to wait as he suddenly came running over to the car in a panic "Mum, I have left my bus pass at home!" I drive him home to fetch it, as he will need it for coming home, though obviously now he will miss the bus there and I will have to take him. As we arrive home he says "Actually mum, it's no use me picking it up from home because I've lost it. I don't know where it is!" By this time there is no time to hunt, I have to turn round straight away and drive him back to Music Centre, and arrange to go and pick him up afterwards too (thus totally scuppering my plans for the morning). Then what happens? As we pull into the car park of the Music Centre, he suddenly declares "Guess what, Mummy.... it's in my music bag after all. I just didn't look hard enough!" I love my son.
Todays plans have been altered too as Smudgelet has an unexpected development day. I don't know, these teachers! You'd think they'd employ ones who had already been trained, wouldn't you? Fancy lumbering parents with their own children for the day like this! So instead of a sauna and massage and jacuzzi with my friend, I will be driving to the garden centre with my son to buy some trays and compost for the seedlings, which are definitely looking like triffids and not a little scary. I have decided we have to move them somewhere cooler to slow them down a bit and risk the fact that we may well forget to water them. I am then fully booked for finishing a model aeroplane and watching a video of Thomas the Tank Engine. Oh, and apparently I have to dismantle a lego basketball court and rebuild it too, because the boys built it themselves and missed putting in one vital bit in right at the beginning. Good job I love Lego.
How will I ever find time to go back to work full time?