What, that was it? We did half term and it’s back to school in less than 48 hours? That’s just not possible. Seriously. Not. Possible. I’m sat here, listening to the BBC’s Live Lounge on Spotify, trying to work out where the last week has gone. I’m shattered. The boys are pooped. Even my Mum and Lovely Bloke are – they’ve done the majority of the childcare this week.
I can’t even remember what we’ve all done? They went to the cinema with my Mum, did Cambridge with Lovely Bloke and my Mum to get kit for Big Bear’s Dino Snore this weekend and got dragged to Evans’s whilst I bought two new tops for my jaunt to London to meet Denise Duffield Thomas. I’ve had false eyelashes put on – well. Actually, that’s a bit of an exaggeration but I’ll explain about that another time. And yesterday, I worked in the morning, then hung out with one of my fellow Fruitbat mums for the afternoon. I was at home last weekend with them, and I got to spend Monday and Tuesday with them. But it doesn’t feel like it.
I am finding more and more now, that I’m missing my boys an awful lot when I’m not with them. I really am feeling it. So much so, that when someone referred to her home schooling of her children, it made me want to ask her more about it and investigate it. Thing is, I’d only be doing it for myself though. I think they are getting a better education and life experience at school with Lovely Bloke and I filling in around it. I just want them close by. And they seem to want us at the moment as well. They are arguing about whose turn it is to sleep in the bed with me – Daddy is resoundingly rejected at bedtime. It’s me, that they want to sleep on. Literally on me. It’s like they sense that I want them and get me at my most vulnerable!
I know what we did last weekend – we went to Legoland Windsor, for their building day. We met friends there and it was fine. Aside from Smaller Bear, complaining that his neck hurt, that he didn’t like the bright lights and having a temperature that we couldn’t control. And not forgetting his being sick at 7pm, in the middle of the play area. Yes, I’d blanked that out. And now I remember why. He was sick again, in a duplo box, in the comfort of our room. We came home first thing on the Sunday so we missed the actual building sessions. Our friends report that it was good from an activities perspective, if overly drawn out. The only thing that was pants – and I mean pants, was the food in the buffet restaurant. We tried it on arrival and it was not good. Rubbery food that had been out and under heat for far too long. Staff who didn’t know what was happening. Meh. Meh. Meh. The restaurant where you order was better. Dirty tables, but better food. We had that for dinner on the Saturday night. We ordered a plain bowl of pasta for Smaller Bear, given his ailing ness – and it was £5.75 for that. So that’s that. Room was good, staff overall were engaged with children and wish we’d been able to do the activities.
On that happy note, I’m off to bed. Smaller Bear is in with me tonight. Along with two customised lego people / creatures who are waiting on my pillow for me. I get the honnour of cuddling them whilst I sleep. You’re jealous. I know.
PS. I’m on countdown to the date where Lovely Bloke and I get to see Neil Diamond in concert!!! Again, you’re jealous. I know.
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