Can You Handle It?

Today I have swapped talking and replaced it with barking. The reason is very simple. Tiredness. The boys crashed out early last night due to lack of siesta and TDO took S to the allotment thinking I might have grabbed a few hours to myself but, alas, no the boys woke upon rotation until about just before 5am when we finally decided that we might as well get up.

Cue sense of humour failure from me.

It was sort of okay until they woke up S, the lack of respect drives me nuts! She didn't go to bed until 10:30pm after a warm evening at the allotment. How do other home ed families that don't live in mansions manage this?

Surprisingly she woke totally buzzing

"I've had this dream about Roman Mysteries dolls and I am not sure if they are real or I imagined them so I must google them straight away."

When she discovered they were a product of her imagination she drew them out to show me and later asked if it would be possible to make some. I have been pondering on the logistics of this today. The two characters she wants to make first are Flavia and Nubia, a book titled Operation Roman Mysteries has been started and I am pondering the availability of a 'gossamer thin' blue stolla

No gym on my final Friday morning of membership. By the time Weed, wearing her smart sandals, arrived we had already been up 5 hours and I was loosing the power of speech, my eyes so tired and gritty that my contacts kept falling out. Had a mighty loss of temper with E this morning. Nothing what so ever to be proud of.  Awful. Have been in tears about it several times since. He drives me utterly bonkers sometimes because he doesn't seem to listen or retain information. Today Weed asked him, quite rightly, to stop drawing on some wood, not that we want to stop a future Banksy in the making but the basic principle that you ask before drawing on anything other than paper seems to have been a pretty sensible one for the last 7 years, anyway it took several attempts before the information was processed. When I am tired i just can't do it.

We really should have gone out this afternoon, two whole home days during beach standard weather is a tragedy and hilights everything that annoys me about the lack of fluidity between our house and garden but around noon our youngest member crashed out on the sofa for a couple of hours leaving a very small window before TDO arrived home,

probably wise in hindsight although the thought of a gang of our friends at Witterings

E tried to ride his two wheeler this afternoon and he has totally grown out of it over the winter his knees knock the handlebars

Not one to be  negative without action tonight TDO and I have engineered major furniture rearranging swapping around the dark lego room with a bright grandma's room in the hope that some of us might sleep in a little later than 5am Not an ideal job for a hot afternoon but hopefully will pay dividends. S finds change very tough though and has been sad about it today. We have assured her it is not for long, just til Autumn when we can move it all around again!

She had a couple of hours 1:1 at the allotment again tonight and was able to air some of her frustrations.

Well the red onions in the veg box started me off today and I have shed many tears since, a week without a Grandma day and no gym with attached exercise endorphins and very little sleep has really taken its toll

Thank goodness for home ed, I'd never have made the school run.