I’m not even sure i need to blog further. If i could be bothered to hunt out clip art of a bloodbath, i might aim for a blog post worthy of Grit but as it is, all i will say is that i got out the base 10 blocks to teach Amelie (you know, the intelligent one…) how to add 10 to another number and only just managed not to ram two lots of 10 up her nose, Frances pushed me to the limits of endurance by complaining there were no clean bowls, that she didn’t want to wash one up and she couldn’t even have toast because there was no bread and “why do we never seem to be organised?” Frances is now a small pile of drying bones under the patio. Maddy had an entire day of fiddling with things; twisting her clothes, dropping, banging, tapping, fidgeting – argh. She did an entire page of division sums and ignored the last figure in each one, like it just wasn’t there, then did it again and did them right but told me she didn’t know what she was doing. 🙄 Josie ran around whining that no one would let her do anything while insisting on doing exactly what any one else was doing, unless she was walking in front of Amelie saying “i’ve got your new dolly”.
Fran and Maddy half redeemed themselves by reading about the crusades (Fran, we also looked up the “Childrens’ Crusade”) and Hill of Fire for Maddy. Maddy apparently now wants to read Level 3 books and has requested more. Hurrah.
16 times after i asked Fran to wash her face so it didn’t have tomato sauce on it and brush her hair, she eventually did it, while crying because i am mean to her.
Josie refused to wear trousers all day and walked around crying because she was cold.
Amelie… actually, she didn’t really do anything else, although she sat on me a lot. Maddy kept slathering me in fat, wet, slightly too much kisses. She’s going through a bit of a socially inept phase 🙄
I believe i threatened school.
We recovered, just, with the first Chapter of Ballet Shoes. I like reading Nana’s voice.