Back To The Grindstone

Well that's another weekend over and done with far to quickly.  Back to the grindstone as they say.  I thought I was late taking my 5 year old to school today, as my clock said 9.30 when I looked at it.  I was gutted as he was supposed to be getting a certificate in assembly today.  It was only when I looked at the clock on my phone that I realised that little hands had gotten to my clock.  Literally no where is sacred!  Needless to say we got to school on time and I was very proud to sit there and watch my son get a certificate for "Amazing Independent Writing".  A chip off the old block I think as I always loved English at school : )

So now I'm sat at home writing this blog and contemplating tackling the vacuuming and kitchen before having to pick the kidlets up from school.  I only have my daughter at home on a Monday, Tuesday & Friday, I don't really count my eldest as he does his own school work (home schooled), so it should give me plenty of time to do what needs doing.  Well you would think that but time does seem to escape you!

Picked Harley up from school, laden with his certificate, 2 paintings and 3 drawings for me.  As well as his reading book and his new words that he has to learn from school.  The first question I get from him when we start to do his work was, "why is it called homework?"  My response, "because you do it at home."

That seemed to satisfy him and no more was said on the matter.  I cannot believe that he is going into Year 1 in September and then only another 2 years before he goes into Junior School.  Where has the time gone?

Mackenzie on the other hand, when I picked him up from school, he rushes out with a leaflet of all the activities his playschool is putting on throughout the summer holidays.  One of them being a trip to Barry Island, which I shall be taking them on, as I have fond memories from when I was a child of going on a day trip to Barry Island by coach.  Although, during once such trip, we stopped off at a pub on the way home.  I couldn't have been more than about 8-9 years old maybe even a year younger.

They had a play area in the pub and so I hastily made my way towards to swings.  Whilst swinging away, another girl came and started swinging next to me.  All of a sudden I heard her singing to herself something along the lines of "I'm going to chop you up into little pieces."  It frightened the absolute life out of me.  Funny the things you remember.

Savannah my daughter has got into a horrible habit of slapping me and I am at a loss as to what to do to stop her doing it.  I take her hands away, say no firmly whilst looking her in the eye, put her down if she is sat on my lap and even remove myself from being anywhere near me.  Just as I think she has learnt her lesson "wallop" I get another slap in the face.  She doesn't do it to anyone else apart from me.  It's making me feel very loved.  If anyone has any other advice on how I can tackle this behaviour, please get in touch.

Fran x