2009 February | Family Affairs

BACK TO LIFE

27. February 2009

The kids are coping remarkably well with jet lag. I simply do what my father does and tell them that jet lag is all in the mind and to just get on with it. I think both my children virtually fell asleep during “literacy”, but that is quite normal behaviour I suspect.

My 8 year old has bounced back to school with great gusto. He told me this morning that when he entered the classroom yesterday morning they all shouted his name out and were really pleased to see him. “They’ve never done that before” he said with a beaming smile. Perhaps slowly, post his best friend leaving he is getting his confidence back which is great.

I took him back to Cub Scouts last night for his second meeting in the hope that he would go off the whole idea….but no chance. He absolutely loved it. The group had organised a fund-raising night involving apple bobbing, hoop throwing and other such antiquated games all housed in an old style church hall. I felt as if I had been beamed back in time by about 50 years. Not surprisingly my (food obsessed) son won the prize for guessing the number of sweets in a jar. He had guessed 65. There were 66. Obviously there is now no way in a million years I’m going to stop him going back. He’s hooked. I must try harder to be a proper mother of a cub scout.

We had a bit of a hectic morning as he attempted to complete all his half term homework in 10 minutes (my fault) and then attempted to find PE kit and trumpet (failed) and then attempted to get me to think about a costume for him for his class assembly next week. “I’m going to be a kiwi” he told me. “Hmm. What do they look like?” I said. “It might be easier if you go as an Aussie – we’ve got a cork hat” I suggested. . . He looked at me blankly. “Mum. I need a green T shirt and shorts – I’m going at a Kiwi FRUIT not a kiwi person”. Oh. Silly me. A KIWI FRUIT? Anybody got a spare kiwi fruit costume I can borrow?

I PREDICT A RIOT

26. February 2009

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My first born has survived his week without me. In fact, I think he’s had a great time. He stayed with his dad which would have been good for both of them and didn’t trash my house in my absence. I’m glad I didn’t give him the job of looking after [...]