Well. So it goes. For a day with a 4:19am start it's been better than you might expect. A freshly waxed body, clean bed sheets early night possibly holding the answer. In the unlikely event that I should ever win the lottery, so the saying goes, tricky as I understand enough of probability theory not to play it, then the fast cars and luxury holidays could wait. To feel clean sheets on my skin every night as I jump into bed is the only real luxury I desire. Bliss.
Actually, I rarely jump into bed, usually it is more a question of engineering a space around the small people who made it there first and secured the good bits!
Yes,
this track has been used before but it is all the better for it, one I
sing to the trio as a lullaby regularly, you know when you hear those
interviews with famous musicians about the musical legacy they acquired
from their parents. I can only but speculate.
We digress, today started, eventually after a 5 or so hour "breakfast" period with a gallivant to the fabulous, eclectic, Haslemere Museum. Last time we were there was on a undercover mission as judges in the Telegraph Family Friendly Museum award (which, I am happy to say, the museum has since won) and there are heaps of photos on that post. "Two Voices:One Song."
Today the trio were keen to see the bees again, dress-up, see the Egyptian Mummy Case and look for baby frogs. We went with Grandma and were joined by a couple of school trips, one a girl's school and another a boy's school practicing scenes from Lion, Witch and Wardrobe on the lawn, S clocked the play they were enacting after hearing one line. What struck me was the large number of fellow pupils sat around waiting, doing the seeming "nothing" (here I use Nothing in the Naomi Stadlen sense of the word) gives me comfort that not all of my charges need all of my attention all of the time.
We seem to be shadowed by school trips at the moment. Must be the season.
After this we gallivanted across the weald to meet some of our oldest home ed BFFS in Horsham Park, they came to my rescue as I was short on change for the car park and a couple of hours of fabulous play followed. S felt a bit left out at points but I did highlight to her that she has already seen four of her BFFs so far this week. Spinning plates! Eventually she came around so we headed home on a high, quitting whilst we were ahead. The counter intutaion of days out with young children not deserting me today.
It has not been unnoticed by me that recent blog posts have been gradually becoming shorter in length, two factors really. First my time windows seem to be contracting and second I don't really have so much to say in the way of explanation. Outside of being too cool for school and gallivanting the process of justifying labels and outlining our relationship to them is something this blog has really helped me evolve away from. I also trust the process now and don't feel the need to draw a line from what we do in our day to the corresponding school subject box. It's alright. I can feel it.
Fun at Horsham Park
Haslemere Museum
Playing dinosaurs
O as a Victorian sailor boy