We have no idea where today has gone
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Sep 16, 2011
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Southport, Queensland, Australia
Wednesday, March 7, 2012
So I get up with Woody and we eat breakfast and pack his lunch and Woody is in top form. He spends the morning alternating between being a knight and a fireman. We get ready for preschool and if I am not mistaken we leave for preschool without a hitch. Good stuff.
The preschool drop off is brilliant. The teachers are all in high spirits, or have been hitting the caffeine really hard. Either way, they are super excited to see Elwood and cannot wait to tell him about the book they will be reading today and that they are going to be cooking gingerbread men today. Woody is over the moon and I can tell that they have made him feel very special. We say goodbye to Woody and he is happily engrossed in conversation.
At home Noah and I work on applications and check in on our finances and pay some bills. Not the most fun we have ever had.
Noah gets on with work and I am pretty keen for a distraction. I go through lots of our blogs looking for inspiration for a magazine article. And, I do get inspired and come up with some blog-based ideas for articles. I then get cracking and have a bash a t writing something. At some point in the process I absent-mindedly eat all the sweets and things we use for decorating Woody's cupcakes. I eat everything. I do not feel good about that. But, the writing is coming along slowly. It is still a long way off, and I had a trillion more pressing things to do, but it was enjoyable and felt positive. Great stuff.
Luckily, Noah cracks on with more constructive stuff and gets some real, paid work done. He then heads out to buy Woody a replacement bucket and is less successful. He could not find the right bucket. (?!)
So we get Woody from school and Woody has had a terrific day. He is delighted with the baking they have done. I chat to the teachers and Noah packs up Woody’s stuff. Noah manages to drop Woody’s gingerbread man and break it – although Woody does not notice. Noah looks very guilty and confesses his crime to Woody. Woody light-heartedly says 'That’s okay’ and explains that he gets eaten in the story anyway. He then offers to share the broken gingerbread leg with Noah and me. Terrific kid.
We head to the park so Woody can have a good ride and play on the swings. Woody is so, so tired. He is mostly well behaved but a little frayed around the edges. We play on the swings for a bit but Noah and I decide we should get Woody home as it feels like ‘there’s a bad moon on the rise’.
So we continue to ride back to the car and Woody really wants a quick climb on the frame before we head home. We are the softest touches in the world, so we agree. And we run into Woody’s preschool friend Yoshi, and his family.
Well, you should have seen their lovely faces. All smiles and chatting and instantly playing together. We cannot leave now, Woody looks so happy. So the kids play in the rock pools together for ages and have a ball. When it is time to go, there are tears. It is not pretty.
Back at home, Woody bounces back. We bath, feed, read to him as quickly as possible and he is asleep. He is shattered.
Now, with Woody asleep I should crack on with my article or blog or anything from my to do list. I do not do this. I stare at the screen for my article and watch a truly crap show on TV which is almost certainly turning my brain into marshmallow. Not the best use of time. I chat to my Grandma which is brilliant and she fills me in on her glamorous life. She also remarks how funny it is that everyone is getting older except her. She is not joking. She is defying time.
And then we have a lovely chat to Laoidhe and Esie on skype and catch up on all the goings on in ‘Awsomestow’. Despite being poorly – Esie is completely charming as usual. We then go to Putney, via Skype, and chat to Mike about crows and bed linen.
And now, it is late. Almost 1am and we have not achieved greatness. Bummer. And I really fancy a massive gin and tonic and some bar snacks. Unfortunately, we are all out of both of these. It might be for the best.
So tomorrow is a new day and I am hoping to wake with a spring in my step.
Good night.x
