Tough week

It all started promisingly, full of energy, getting on top of the washing, baking with the kids.  But a week of broken sleep and extra demands in the school week has left me a bit jaded.  I managed to get lunch of a thin wheat bap with salad (hurrary!) and some cheese but I have also horsed down a handful of fake blue chocolate buttons. I have been into Michaels 4 times for the same thing and for one reason or another still not gotten it. Today it was because my 40 pc of coupon doesn't start til Monday. And a 3 year old who is tired too so screams about everything and says 'I am so so hungry mummy' about every 30 minutes. Sigh. Right now I would like to go to bed and watch a movie.  A few problems there - there is no TV in my room, who would look after the baby.... instead i am being smacked in the head with a plastic bottle, typing with one hand, holding baby with the other hand, whilst she hits the key board. And why do I feel that I need to write about it? I need the therapy.

Cheese

I'm feeling a bit sad today, so I had cheese for lunch.

A Morning at the Wax Museum

Here's something you would never do at home. The children (3rd grade) this week had a biography project. They had to choose someone dead, but famous and read about them, then make a poster, give a presentation and at the end of the week (and here is the challenge for the mums), dress up like them.  Initially, my blond haired blue eyed, pale skinned boy chose MLK.  My head dropped and my shoulders slumped.  That is one challenge too far. How do you do it without being offensive, so that people know who your person is?  Not to mention the clean up job after.  Time to email (God bless email) the teacher and beg ask for help in persuading him otherwise. Heaven forbid that he would do it because I asked him (without it costing me).  Anyhow, we settled on Thomas Edison. And to be fair to him he really rose to the challenge, embraced it and did an outstanding job.  He even took in a drawn picture of a light bulb, rather than the real thing, and I was smug deep down when another Thomas Edison, from a different class dropped his real light bulb.  I had to stop myself from rushing over to my Thomas Edison and say, 'there you go, aren't you pleased you drew yours!  It's a pity I didn't, because karma was out to get me for my bad thoughts and before too much longer the whole event was cut short when Mozart threw up. Nice.

when you're a mum

When you're a mum its the little subtleties (a word so much nicer to say than write) in the day that make the difference.  You can be doing the same thing one day as you did the day before, yet today it seems harder.  Yesterday, 4 screaming (literally, I threw them out into the back garden tho) children and a baby pulling at my trousers and cried, whilst I peeled potatoes and answered homework questions was a challenge. Today it is an ordeal, thrown into a downward spiral when the husband calls to say he can't pick up the eldest from his club. Really the thought of piling the remaining 3, unfed children into the car to trail them up the road, get them out of the car, sign out the eldest from his club and then do the whole journey again but in reverse, is more than I can actually bear. And I want to cry.  Today, I wonder what is the point of it all. Yesterday it was a challenge to rise to, an endurance test to get to the finishing line.  Oh, hubby is home. I am going to go for a scoot on my new scooter - sans children. There's a LOT to be said for longer evenings and California sunshine. Weeeeeeeeeeee!