Penny's attending a course all this week, so I'm on the a.m. and p.m. school run, all with the aid of my powertrike, which has really come into it's own for this purpose.
The tough bit is the post school appetite and tiredness combination. R comes home hungry and tired, but still in need of some entertainment. It's tempting to hit the TV, but with a little effort this part of the day can be a wonderful time. I have found that it's all about saying "Why not?" to yourself.
Today, three cardboard boxes became a pirate ship, complete with sails, a crow's nest, cannon, and places for treasure. The trouble is, my 'why not' enthusiasm once released can get the better of me, and when I went hunting forempty toilet rolls more cannon, I leaned forward to pick something up off the floor, forgetting that I had a large pair of scissors on my lap...
I sat up to find a two inch gash in my trousers. Luckily, they were lined, and thankfully the blade didn't make it through the inner fabric, so I ended up with a four inch long angry graze rather than a femoral artery bleed.
I always try to learn the lessons from experiences such as these, but sometimes it's better not to think about them too much. I'm shivering just writing about it.
Still, it was a good opportunity to further educate R on the concept of paralysis. Of course she just wanted to take the opportunity to cover me head to foot in sticking plasters.
The tough bit is the post school appetite and tiredness combination. R comes home hungry and tired, but still in need of some entertainment. It's tempting to hit the TV, but with a little effort this part of the day can be a wonderful time. I have found that it's all about saying "Why not?" to yourself.
Today, three cardboard boxes became a pirate ship, complete with sails, a crow's nest, cannon, and places for treasure. The trouble is, my 'why not' enthusiasm once released can get the better of me, and when I went hunting for
I sat up to find a two inch gash in my trousers. Luckily, they were lined, and thankfully the blade didn't make it through the inner fabric, so I ended up with a four inch long angry graze rather than a femoral artery bleed.
I always try to learn the lessons from experiences such as these, but sometimes it's better not to think about them too much. I'm shivering just writing about it.
Still, it was a good opportunity to further educate R on the concept of paralysis. Of course she just wanted to take the opportunity to cover me head to foot in sticking plasters.
[quote][i]Today, three cardboard boxes became a pirate ship, complete with sails, a crow's nest, cannon, and places for treasure. [/i][/quote]
Thats all well and good ,but what was R playing with while you were sailing the high seas of Hackney?
Mick Wylie, you've made my day.
I dunno, parents these days.
(Tim, you must admit the imagery's pretty funny!)
She wasn't playing with anything. She was writing my blog, running the hoover round, cooking dinner and putting up some new shelves.
One of the best imaginary pirate ship scenes was in the book 'The Armourer's House' by Rosemary Sutcliffe. Does anyone know it? Whatever, I was impressed by your excelent ship, Mr R-S!
One of the best imaginary pirate ship scenes was in the book 'The Armourer's House' by Rosemary Sutcliffe. Does anyone know it? Whatever, I was impressed by your excelent ship, Mr R-S!