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Date: 13 February 2004 08:59:44
I woke this morning to the sound of a small boy tiptoeing into the bathroom to look at the clock, tiptoeing back to the bedroom and whispering to his brother "It's twenty to eight". I turned over with a sigh, thinking that I really must teach that child to tell the time - then noticed my clock. It was twenty to eight.
Problem? Tiddles has to leave at eight to catch the school bus! It usually takes the pair of them an hour to eat their breakfast and get washed and dressed ready to leave the house. This morning we managed it in record time. I am left feeling quite exhausted. I may have to go and have a sleep!
I am skiving in earnest today. They wanted me to go into school for the development day but I decided against it. No, today I am going to concentrate on drinking more water and less caffeine, switching the computer off and doing the ironing, finding my gym pass and going for a swim. Far better for me than trying to solve the massive problem of behaviour in our school in a two-hour time slot during a packed agenda.
Last night at least the boys' swimming teacher was convinced that I am not making it up about the inordinate amount of sleep Tiddles needs. She was astounded to look up from the pool where she was teaching Smudgelet to swim and see me with an eleven-year-old curled up on my lap, fast asleep - and this at 6.45pm ! He slept right through his brother's lesson and then the two of us limped to the changing room with totally numb legs and horrendous pins and needles.
Will Smudgelet ever get the hang of kicking like a frog?