Athletics tonight was mixed. Both Mr’s will sleep very well. I will too.
Mr 7 has had cloth ears for a while now. This morning, noticing that hubby was going to be leaving around 8.30 in the morning, I decided that Mr 4 and I would not wait for Mr 7 to complete the usual morning tasks. They are the same tasks that need to be done every morning – teeth, PJs, dressing oneself, finishing breakfast at. the. dining. table. Yet in each 24 hour period, the knowledge from previous days seems to sink into some vast black hole and become irretrievable. Meaning Mummy has to get on the reminder wagon. I swear, I’m just going to set up a tape recording of myself.
So this morning I decided that seeing as Mr 4 and I were ready to head off with Angus, we would. Mr 7 could bear the brunt of Hubby’s wrath instead if he so chose rather than actually getting ready. It meant that Mr 4 and I were at kindy at 8.20 (Kindy starts at 8.15) instead of 8.45. Big difference. Plus I was not hurrying two stragglers along the whole time. It was actually very pleasant.
I remembered that I needed to tell him he was walking home with his buddy this afternoon but had forgotten to do so, so I went to his classroom to leave him a note on his desk. Hubby and he arrived at the same moment I was making my way to class. Apparently he was not too worried that I’d left without him. Darn – so that learning opportunity went awry! I told the Mr that he needed to walk home with his buddy and wished him a good day.
After school, the two boys arrive home. Mr 7’s buddy looks a little teary – I find out that Mr 7 had forgotten to wait and had walked home on his own. Luckily C’s mum is at school to pick up C’s sister for pippins and was able to drive C up to our place – meeting Mr 7 almost home. They arrive home together and Mr 7 explains what happened. A few cuddles and reassurance plus some popcorn seem to put the world back in order.
Donna arrives to collect C at 5.30 – and fills me in on the rest of the story. Mr 7’s cloth ears have not been left at home and have instead been taken to school today. He has apparently not had a good day according to the teacher’s remarks and when I asked him to explain, I hear he wasn’t listening, has been talking and generally letting himself get distracted in class. So he’s now a front rower – meaning he is under closer watch of the teacher’s gaze.
All I want for christmas is a seven year old with ears in good working order.
We go through the “right time and place for hi-jinks” discussion. Again. I’m hoping the listening ears were on.
And then we head back to school. I was roped in as parent help and was dealing with the sprints (which is a total laugh because I. do. not. run. ) Ten minutes into the session, I get tapped on the shoulder by a parent. Mr 7 has a bloody mouth…. he was fooling around with the boy in front of him and his mouth and the boy’s head collided (thankfully not badly). A cuddle and a drink sorted that out. 20 minutes later, he’s back…. limping this time. Sore foot. Siiiiigh. Hubby says he’ll walk him home.
I look over to Mr 4’s group – he is having a blast. He’s in the javelin group (take note: these are spongey spear things, NOT actual javelins!). So I decide to keep going and let Mr 4 finish the evening. From my standpoint in the sprints, I miss seeing all his activities but friends kept me up to date with his progress. On the way home, he says he has had a great time and wants to do it again next week….yay! He is so tired, he barely gets himself into pj’s.
Meanwhile I check out Mr 7’s toe. It looks a bit swollen so I’m hoping some ice, elevation and a good night’s sleep will do the job.
As for me, I think I need some ice in that drink, elevation to my lips and then a good night’s sleep myself. Please point me in the direction of reliable listening ears and I will look into purchasing them tomorrow.