One of THOSE days
Warning – whinge alert!
At 3:30 this morning we were woken by a little voice saying “Daddy, my trousers are wet.” This is the third wet bed in the last week 
. I’m guessing it’s just because he’s very tired with getting used to the new term, and he’s not really settled in properly yet. Still, I found it nearly impossible to get back to sleep.
So I woke up feeling grotty – as in fact I have for the last few days – I suspect I’ve eaten some gluten sometime in the last week or so – I’ve no idea when, but I’m showing all the symptoms. So I couldn’t get moving as quickly as I should have done, so when we finally left the house to take Adam and the neighbours’ boy to nursery/school we were in a rush. So I didn’t check I had my front door key. So when we’d dropped them both off and I did check my bag – no keys . So I walked (with Ruth in the pushchair) all the way to Cambridge University Press (about a 30 min walk) to see John to get his key. John kindly comments that “At least it’s not raining”... he had to mention it, didn’t he!! At that point the very gentle mizzle we’d had so far settled into something more serious. Fortunately we were able to get a bus home – and to shelter at the bus-stop from the worst of the rain.
From then on in most of the day was pretty good – we managed to get the shopping done, and had 10 min for a quick drink and to change R’s nappy before we headed off to pick Adam up from nursery. Since it was no longer raining we left the pushchair at home and she walked all the way there and back. (I wanted her to get plenty of exercise – the best way of ensuring she has a decent nap in the afternoon 
).
Then this afternoon Adam and I made choc chip cakes and pancakes and tomato sauce and I stewed some greengages. (Oh, and Adam emptied the washing machine for me – he was really chuffed at having a real grown-up job to do.) I’d planned savoury stuffed pancakes for dinner – and was feeling super-organised as I set the oven timer, so we could go to the playground for an hour or so when Ruth woke up.
The playground trip was a success – we met several friends, and had a lovely time. Then we got home, just in time for me to cook the veg… only to find that the oven hadn’t come on . So dinner was half an hour late, and my lovely whinge-free boy got over-hungry, and over-tired and became a bit of a whingebag after all.
So now I’m tired, and although I’ve got plenty of marking to do, I’m going to knit instead.
one comment:
Hope the knitting helped you switch off after a day like that.My Mum made sure my brother’s and my first word was “Daddy” – so we always got him up in the night rather than her!
Daisy () (link) - 21 September '05 - 10:02
