NotSheep

I used to think that post-it notes were one of the greatest things ever. That was before I had children.

Now I think that the person who invented post-it notes must not have had children. Either that or they didn’t mind their kids’ bedroom looking like it had been in the path of a yellow blizzard.

It’s been a quiet week around these parts, activity-wise if not volume-wise. On Monday everybody was grumpy or moany or something-that-drove-me-nutsy, so when Scratchy proclaimed “Right! That’s it! I’m not taking anybody to ju-jitsu!”, I stood behind him and nodded. Actually what I wanted to do was go nah-nah-nah-nah-told-ya-so, but I resisted.

Yesterday was no better, and when nobody was even close to having eaten dinner and being ready to leave at 6.10 p.m., the decision was taken that Beavers (which starts at 6.30 p.m.) and SJA Badgers (also starting at 6.30 p.m.) and SJA Cadets (which doesn’t start until 7.30 p.m., but in the interests of fairness…) were not happening. Jack did go to Monkeynastix again though, because it was earlier in the day, and he joined in with most stuff and had a good time, so it looks like we’ll stick with that for now. Scratchy took him, as Toby’s been a bit ill this week - feverish at nights and just not his usual cheery self during the day - and I didn’t want to leave him. I’ve mostly spent the last two days cuddling and feeding him, and he seems a lot better.

George is off at Cubs now, and Barney will be leaving for Scouts in the next few minutes. I’m so glad I don’t have to do all the taxi-ing myself. It’s not that I mind driving - it’s the thought of getting all the other kids in and out of the car constantly.

I did get out on my own for an hour this afternoon though - and despite having had all day to think of reasons not to, I went to the gym. Went on the treadmill and the rowing machine and some of the weights-machines. Of course I was in the shower when I realised I hadn’t brought a hairbrush. Still, that’s better than Saturday, when the forgotten item (there’s always one) was a clean shirt, so I’d the choice of stinky-shirt or no-shirt. (I went with the former, in case there’s any doubt. I don’t mind breastfeeding in public, but even I have my limits LOL)

I’ve been on my exercise bike regularly too. If I’m not ten pounds lighter by tomorrow morning, I’ll want to know why