Friday, September 12, 2008

Reading workshop and a trip to New York

Today I had to attend the reading workshop at Heather's school. Despite being a qualified teacher I feel strangely out of my depth now my own child is attending school. I was a bit worried that I might be labelled an awkward parent having enquired about the seating arrangements and the fact that Heather was upset by being asked to read books without words! (Do they think I'm stupid mummy, I told them I could read real books!)

Luckily all went smoothly and we came home where we had left Mr T with Matthew and Lucy. A few minutes before 4 his blackberry goes and he disappears upstairs indicating a work call - do not disturb. He comes down.
'I might need to go to New York tonight' he says as if he is just going around the corner! To New York he has gone, or at the time of writing is going. Until Monday! We had to rearrange an airport pick up for his brother who flew in from Crete. Mr T was meant to be getting him and with three kids I was not venturing to the airport at 9pm! Luckily his work agreed to pick up the tab so he was picked up by a cabbie and driven home!

Still I have a birthday party to look forward tomorrow featuring cars driven by four year olds, god help us, and on Sunday Matthew has footie club, god help them! Still second weekend in a row on my own with the kids as Mr T swanned off to Belgium last weekend for his birthday visit to the grand prix, I am sure my reward will appear sometime!

Wednesday, September 10, 2008

It starts

I was woken by wailing:
'I need Mummy'(Matthew the loudest scream in the East!), and so it continued despite Mr T's best efforts so after 2 minutes I went downstairs to sort out my son, he wanted a Mummy cuddle, nothing more, bless! That seemed to set the trend for the rest of the day so far.
'I don't want to go to school' Heather announced.
'Why not?'
'Because it's a long time' she says hugging me, nothing like a bit of emotional blackmail. Still she went and was happy enough other than having to sit on a table of boys which is apparently 'smelly', the worst complaint my four year old makes.
As for Lucy, poor love is full of cold and not really understanding what a sneeze is, the look of surprise on her face every time it happens is quite amusing.
My new course books arrived today, advanced creative writing - hoping it does help me advance, and hopefully gain a deal at some point, another rejection plopped through the door over the weekend so when I get around to it I will be recycling that to elsewhere!