Most of my readers know that we’re going down the unschooling road with regards to the sausages’ education and that this is beginning to spill over into other aspects of our lives. I find that I am approaching them differently (less as little children, more as little people) and recently gave them control over their food and bedtimes. Sometimes these decisions come back to bite you in the bum… 🙂
I wake up with D. Sweet whisperings in bed of ‘put your hand up if you love Mum!’ [little arm is raised]. We go downstairs and I post yesterdays blog while D watches Q Pootle 5. J is already up and working on his laptop in the lounge.
M comes down. I fear we are in for a tired day after such a late night and early morning. We all have a bite to eat and get the bunnies out for a run around. I am now beginning to grasp how much work these bunnies are: I have to clean out their cage once a day to avoid having a smelly kitchen and I also have to clean the floor after their run around. Ah well, the cuteness makes it all worthwhile.
The morning is slipping away: girls are playing a game together, then they go upstairs to carry on with their sequin baubles (pushing sequins on a pin into a polystyrene ball), then they’re back down again to work on their puppets. They also have a dance around the living room to some music and D does a lovely rendition of ‘Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer’ I have a shower and leave the the bunnies unattended on their run around the kitchen (very trusting of me!).
While I’m dressing I manage to tip the entire tray of sequins, seed beads and pins onto the bedroom floor! The girls rush to help me pick them up and while we’re doing this we talk about whether there is a difference between ‘loads’ and ‘lots’ (of flippin’ sequins on the floor) and D notices some sequins are not disappearing down the crack between the floor boards but are resting on something, so I explain about joists. There’s a learning opportunity everywhere…
After doing a bit of cleaning upstairs, I come down to find a massive den has been made (with J’s help) in the middle of the lounge. I put the bunnies away and M helps me to mop the floor afterwards. I love that they help me around the house without me having to nag them to do it. I sit with M in the lounge and she carries on with her sequin tree centrepiece while I sort the mess out on the tray.
Today is swimming class day and although it isn’t until early evening, I don’t usually try to get the girls out twice in one day as they get quite grumpy about it. But today I’ve had enough of being indoors and they both seem much better so I suggest going out for a bike ride. Amazingly, both of them want to do it (it’s unusual for them both to want to do the same thing, at the same time!) so we go out: M on her bike, D on her scooter. We’re out for sometime but eventually D has had enough and wants to play with a drain instead.
When we get indoors the girls begin a game of ‘spying’ on J with their binoculars (he is trying to do some work in the front room but joins in anyway). J and I manage a brief chat in the kitchen while the girls are off scheming somewhere. He then goes off to work.
Each year before Christmas I make a concerted effort to bin/recycle/charity toys that are no longer played with. I decided to have a crack at it today and managed to fill one bag for the bin and another for charity. Meanwhile, M is still persevering with her centrepiece and D has begun a make-believe game with her toy bunnies.
D has a big bowlful of bolognese but when it’s time for us to leave for swimming (which she did love, but now hates) she point blank refuses to go! I try discussing it with her: explaining I would like her to be a strong swimmer and she can’t yet swim a full length front crawl, but she insists that she already can and that she doesn’t need to go anymore. Grr. I am feeling absolutely stuck as have never been in this situation before: usually the sausages can be cajoled into doing anything, but not this time. This sausage is not for turning. M is in a quandary as she hates going to D’s lesson too but she’s uneasy about D’s rebellion. I’m feeling very cross and powerless so I leave them to watch telly while I make my dinner.
The swimming lesson would now be almost underway but D wants reassurance from me that she doesn’t have to go. I won’t say it as it feels like I’m then giving her permission to not go. Instead I say that since she refuses to go then there isn’t a lot I can do. I’m feeling childish, sulky and angry.
I’m still sulking in the kitchen, feeling cross with myself now more than anything. D comes into the kitchen with a picture for me ‘so that I won’t be angry anymore’, and that makes me want to cry. We have a hug. I think we’ll discuss this another time when I’ve gained a bit of perspective. I let the bunnies out and M has moderate success getting little strokes, particularly with Morris.
I’m feeling really tired and don’t have the energy to entertain the girls so they set themselves up on the lounge floor with the pens and draw pictures. I’m feeling a bit flat to be honest – I think it’s partly to do with not being out as much this week: I am determined to leave the house tomorrow!
We go upstairs and I read to them. I make a quick exit tonight, knowing that I need to write my blog post and I need an early night too. I leave them playing Farmville on the the iPad together.
M is downstairs again, wondering if she can do her Christmas cards upstairs. As D is already asleep, I suggest she can do them in the lounge if she’s quiet – she’s so pleased! 🙂