A busy time coming up. It’s Boy Lacer’s birthday on Sunday, although all presents are brought, I need to go shopping on Saturday for wrapping paper and cake stuff etc. and Mr. Lacer is complaining I’m gallivanting off and leaving him with the kids, sorry but one of the things I’m also doing is having to find something to wear to his father’s funeral, I don’t normally wear black. I also desperately need a winter coat because the season’s are so screwed up here, summer was in April, it was autumn throughout the summer and now it’s gone full blown (and I mean literally blown, the wind at the moment has such a chill) winter. So Saturday, I’m taking the kids to Girl Lacer’s ballet first thing, then dropping them back home, I’ll then do my shopping as quick as I can, also making sure we have enough food for when my dad is looking after the kids on Monday (more on that in a minute), then I’ll come home, try frantically to make this place look presentable enough for my neat freak dad and make birthday cake.
Sunday, well Sunday’s Boy Lacer’s birthday, the original plan was to go to a nice little farm place we’d been to before with some friends, it’s got some animals, which Boy Lacer would like and a Boy Lacer friendly soft play (although at 2 he will be technically old enough to go into proper rough and tumble soft play, no way, the wee thing can’t even walk yet). However to get there is quite a drive and considering Mr. Lacer will be going up to his mum’s that night I guess it’s a no go. Mr. Lacer’s plans prior to me putting my foot down and saying the kids weren’t going to the funeral, was that we’d go to his mum’s the day before (the Sunday), I had to point out it was Boy Lacer’s birthday, he’d forgotten, I know it’s understandable but well. Anyway plans for the birthday boy’s big day now, I think (weather permitting) I might take Boy and Girl Lacer to Kew which is nearer and at least is a day out. Mr. Lacer’s plans for the weekend was to do diy apparently (he’d forgotten again that it was Boy Lacer’s birthday), he’s not normally such a diy freak but I guess right now needs his cave time and the diy excuse means that he gets it. I think I’ll suggest that I take the kids to Kew on my own.
And then it’s the Monday, day of the funeral. Mr. Lacer will have been at his mum’s from the evening before, my dad will be coming to look after the kids and I’ll be getting the train. My dad will obviously be in my house all day and he’s such a neat freak, unless it’s perfect he’ll be finding fault all day. An added complication to the day is that Girl Lacer’s school are having a celebratory picnic in the afternoon, as the two halves of the school are amalgamating. As a nursery rep I should be helping but never mind, put poor dad, as well as having to fit in to our normal routine, he’s got this to deal with to as ‘parents’ have to go to the picnic to. Still Girl Lacer will love having him there and getting a chance to show him a bit of the school. I mean while will be rushing back on the train, trying to rescue my dad before Boy Lacer goes into complete melt down, as he’s not too keen on his Grandad. My poor dad is not going to have a very nice day is he!
In different news, but still talking about Boy Lacer, he had more speech therapy this morning. Me personally I think he’s doing ok as is, but still someone somewhere thinks he needs it. Today we were working on getting him to ask for things instead of just grabbing, heck even my nearly 4 year old still has issues with this, so to expect a nearly 2 year old?