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Date: 23 November 2004 13:37:33
Here I am, enjoying a day of rest and relaxation and feeling not the tiniest bit guilty about it, despite the fact that things are chaotic at school apparently, with several people off sick. No, my boy's home, poorly, and I'm back in my Florence Nightingale role. His accumulating series of tantrums and increasing tiredness culminated yesterday in a raging headache and severe vomitting at school. So a series of frantic phonecalls from his school to mine eventually persuaded the management to release me from the cover lesson I was taking and let me go racing to the rescue. I was actually quite relieved as I'd been wishing I could keep him at home for a day and let him rest, but couldn't justify taking a day off work to do it.
I am biding my time waiting to see what happens as far as Dad and the retirement home goes. He's determined not to like it, sadly, despite talking non-stop about his experiences there and the people he's starting to befriend and the lovely meal he had and what good the exercise session is doing him..... The only weapon in my armoury is the fact that he wants ME to ring up and cancel it as he can't bring himself to do it himself. Now I just need to steel myself to say that if he wants to cancel, he will have to do it himself! ;) It certainly convinces me that the counsellor was right when she said I shouldn't feel responsible for how lonely he feels at times - it's within his own power to make a difference!
I'm quite proud of Tiddles at the moment. His school gave him a pound to use wisely and make more money for charity. So far he has made four batches of cakes and biscuits and has raised nearly ten pounds. He invested £1.50 of it in some card and envelopes and printing at Auntie M's and has made about sixty Christmas cards to sell. Amazingly the quality of them is rather good, so I shall be buying some because I want to rather than because I feel I ought to. He is planning to sell the rest at church or at the school Christmas fair at a calculated profit of about £4. A budding entrepreneur?
I gave up on the bedroom. I cleared it yesterday with three, yes three, binbags. And there were only three things that I couldn't bring myself to put in there - the rest of the toys were all broken or with pieces all over the place..... and the train set box contained six dirty odd socks, two pairs of dirty underpants and a boxload of used tissues. Goodness knows how long they'd been in there. Oh lovely!
Well, Tiddles is indulging in a bit of sex and violence on TV in the absence of his younger brother. Yes, the James Bond video has come out again. I have to laugh - finally deemed old enough to watch such things, he turns his head away in total disgust the minute someone kisses someone else! I totally disapprove of James Bond, of course. How frustrating that I shall just have to watch it with him while I do the ironing - just to make sure it's as unsuitable as I think, of course ;)
Now, how do I get rid of this huge stomach before my massage class this evening?