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Date: 01 January 1970 00:59:59
Have I mentioned that I can't stand them? Oh the sacrifice of motherhood, watching The Tweenies every day through the holidays. Roll on next term!
The washing machine won't work :(
The Smudgelets went to the sports challenge again this morning. The results of the swimming club's time trials were up on the board so I thought I'd take a look and see how badly Tiddles had done. I scanned down until I saw his name and checked his time - pretty slow. I scanned further down the long list and was relieved to find three slower times than his. Then I checked who they were - hmmm, they were his times for the other three strokes!
Still, I have booked him a private swimming lesson for this afternoon. Drawback, I have to go too and take the Smudgelet for a swim. Hmmm... comments about beached whales will not be tolerated!
At least the changing rooms are back to normal. On Sunday they were doing some work on the ladies' changing room so they asked the men and women to swap. It was a very very strange feeling going in the Gents. Felt very wrong somehow. I managed not to rinse the boys' trunks in the rather strange looking wash basins ;-) and I managed to save an elderly lady from embarrassment as she headed off into the Ladies' without reading the huge notice on the door! Let's face it, that's usually me who makes that sort of mistake!
After swimming, we are going to make the most of the beautiful sunny weather.... and go to town to the bank. Well, who wants to go to the beach anyway?
It'd be a lovely day for drying the washing on the line.
I am coming to terms with a realisation about single adult life with kids - you're on your own. Nobody ever really considers how you feel about anything and your needs will generally tend to be very low on other peoples' priority lists. It's been a growing realisation over the last six years or so. I wonder whether totally realising it will make it hurt any the less. Still, I am blessed with two gorgeous sons and some good friends and wonderful siblings, and I know my Dad cares a lot. I wish he could come to terms with his lack of memory, mind, and say "I know you've told me, but can you remind me of what your plans are for the holidays" rather than assuming I haven't told him and am trying to shut him out. I also rather wish he'd listen when I told him, so I could be sure it's only that he has forgotten. Ho hum. All part of growing up I suppose - a never ending process.
Now, in the kitchen a dismantled washing machine is awaiting my undivided attention..... Then I suppose I had better find myself a towel.
Achievement of the week? Smudgelet can finally tie his own shoelaces :-D