You know it’s been one of those days or something, when you absentmindedly start to put the wine bottle away instead of just taking it with you outside. I am so tired tonight, from doing a whole lot of bugger all, that the red almost went in the glass cabinet, wt??
5.5yo is at camp this week in preparation for full time kindy. He loved it. 3.5yo was a bit under the weather, but seems almost back to sparing levels, and so will be at his new school tomorrow. 7yo has expressed an interest in visiting the art gallery, so that will hopefully be our pm appointment. That is on the proviso that I quickly change at the gym into gallery-appropriate clothes and eat a picnic lunch I prepare tonight so we don’t have to go home, because it would be a massive pain for me to ignore all the housework that has to be done by 8am wednesday morning. Putting shit away is really not my forte.
3.4yo is back at swimming lessons on his own, rather than with his brothers, and is almost back to his former level of glory, hooray! Boo, I can’t find a photo. But I do have this…
7yo made it to the next level in his swimming class, anf rock-climbing was the bribe/lure/reward. 3.5yo gave it a go last week when 5.5yo did his climb, so he managed to get a little bit higher this time.
I’m watching the last vestiges of the sun fade away before I go upstairs to tell everyone to shit the hail up.
And drinking my red. Everyone elected to sleep under their expensive beds tonight, and more fool me, I encouraged them to forego mattresses, so it sounds like there is a whole lot of bullshit going on right now.
Gulp. When is my bed time?