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Date: 26 October 2004 15:13:10
It's brilliant - I have the house to myself and can get on with all those household projects I have been saving up for just such a day as this. You know, sorting the mountain of bits and pieces accumulated in the end part of the lounge since I rearranged the place; defeating the ironing pile; defrosting the freezer (already halfway achieved since the boys left the door open overnight!); stripping and remaking all the beds; sorting my bedroom out from the accumulated "hidden from the Smudgelets" stuff in there... the list is endless. So I am far far too busy to be sitting here at the computer.
Tiddles is at large in the local woods, armed and dangerous. Well, he's dangerous in that, knowing him, he'll trip over a tree root and bang his nose on an unarmed tree. I can't say I particularly like this laser warfare business as I hate seeing kids with rather realistic guns shooting at people's heads, but I can understand the attraction of a sophisticated game of hide-and-seek in a muddy outdoor environment and trying to outwit your opponents. I must remember to put a large binbag in the car to put him in when I collect him.
Smudgelet is at the respite carer's for the day. Hooray! We haven't done this arrangement for ages so it was good to send him off and get a bit of time to treat Tiddles a little more grown-up. He has his first zit. Hmm.. my boy's growing up.
We're deep in the fascinating realm of sex education at the moment, with different level talks about the birds and the bees with each of my two. Interesting. Smudgelet is fascinated, and far more mature than I expected given his preoccupation with mammary glands at the moment. He asks question after question after question and has taken the whole subject far far further than I ever expected for a seven-year-old. He's too intelligent for his own good, that boy! Tiddles asked some interesting questions too and was without embarrassment, which was good. Mind you, I'm not sure how his friend T will feel at the rather personal detail that Tiddles blurted out to me - but I am sure he will be reassured when Tiddles tells him that it isn't the size that matters, it's what you do with it that counts. How will I ever look that boy in the face again? Or his mother!
I am typing under a severe handicap here - I have cut the top off my finger, or near enough. So much for my high hopes of Tiddles making it as a first-aider. He stood staring as I fumbled with the plasters while trying to stem the little fountain of blood, and had no idea what to do when I suggested he could be a bit helpful! He then put the plaster on, but sealed the two ends together like the tag round the top of the bread-bag, which is a bit inconvenient when it's on your fingertip!
Ah look, what a shame. The time has nearly gone. I will have to be picking him up from the laser combat arena. And here was me desperate to get some housework done ;)