I wonder if terms are the natural length of a person’s ability to concentrate, or if i am conditioned by a life time of terms? Either way, i ain’t got no steam. At least not for anything concrete-ly.. worky.. type.. stuff. Erm…
Fortuanately Fran begged for one of my Hama Space kits today and spent the morning on that – admittedly her attention wavered a bit but she did very well overall. Maddy and Ammi were playing something or other, no idea what but no collisons occured. Josie is snuggled up in a big fleece piece and has snoozed most of the day and they all had a ball in the garden in wellies and with E when she came to play. Now Fran is at Rainbows, my parcels are done and all is well. Jax fixed Beadmerrily last night after it inexplicably broke, all hail Jax i say :~) Sorry if it meant Barbie went nude :~/
Been pondering this day in the life story for a bit of the day. I can really not imagine spending my day like that, despite our last 6 months of reading, writing etc. There is a limit to my efforts regarding “drill†type stuff – its currently purely for the acquisition of some skills, i once we achieve those, i can’t imagine having the energy for the pluperfect. I don’t know what it is (well, i think i once did in French) and it doesn’t appear to have held me back over much.
Did have a bit of a proud mummy moment today; the girls went out in wellies and Fran must have worn hers through the house. I heard a noise, went to investigate and found her quietly sweeping up mud with the dustpan and brush, hadn’t been asked, wasn’t expecting to be noticed, wasn’t expecting thanks. I can’t tell you how much i appreciated a momentary flicker of thought and consideration for me, from one of my, still very small, children.
