I’m feeling slightly more human this afternoon, after the normal stressed rush out of the house for nursery (TV at lunchtime is henceforth banned), me and Boy Lacer went food shopping. As the weather at that point was bright and winter sunny we detoured via the river, the river was already running high but by the time we headed back after a brief trip into the supermarket the river had broken it’s banks and had flooded the cycle path, so spookily quick how fast it had risen.
On the way back (even though the sky had now resorted back to it’s normal threatening rain constitution) me and Boy Lacer stopped off at the playground by the river (significantly uphill from the flooding cycle path by the way). It’s a lovely playground and one me and the kids go to frequently in more clement weather, well I say me and the kids, it’s really just Girl Lacer and me and Boy Lacer dutifully following her as until this winter Boy Lacer couldn’t walk and not being able to walk doesn’t make playgrounds very compatible. But now Boy Lacer can walk reasonably well and for once the playground wasn’t sopping wet so I thought I’d let Boy Lacer loose. I wheeled him into the playground in his pushchair, heading straight for our normal bench but Boy Lacer pointed out another bench, so we parked there and then I let Boy Lacer out. And what did he go for? He grabbed hold of my hand and took me for a grand tour of all the benches, wasn’t interested in the playground equipment at all! I think probably two previous summers of having to be parked up next to the same old bench with mummy made him want to go and try out all the other benches! Each bench I had to help him climb up on, then me sitting next to him he’d shuffle a little away from me, because it’s not cool is it, sitting too close to your mummy and then swung his legs happily. I did convince him in the end to have a go on the big slide, as long as he sat on my lap and well I wasn’t going to complain about that!
After my post yesterday entitled ‘Bleurgh‘, expect a whole series of posts with slightly less ill and under the weather titles until I eventually cheer up, ooh about spring time I expect. I am ‘officially’ better today, i.e Mr. Lacer is back at work but I’m still hit by random limb aches, hot flushes and other than for mints and liberal amounts of water virtually no appetite.
It’s probably a good thing that my student for tonight cancelled, although cancelled permanently unfortunately. He was a new student (started last week) and in the world of private tutoring there is always a risk period when a new student starts that they’re going to drop you like a hot potato after the first lesson or even just not turn up (or pretend not to be in – that happened once). Sometimes, yes it’s probably because they’re not impressed with me, although I don’t know what they’re expecting, someone to forcibly insert the science curriculum into their child’s head probably but sometimes as in the case today, specially if they’re a grammar school kid, it turns out the school is also offering extra tuition and well if I were the parent I know what I’d go for. I’ve had some lovely long term students, my (sob) currently one and and only student I’m on my third academic year with him and last year I finished working with a student who I tutored for more or less her entire two year GCSE course, so I’m not always dropped like a hot potato. It’s getting into the peak period of tutoring so I need to up my
non-existent advertising, although my heart is not really in it, I’d much rather curl up under the duvet with a good book and let the clients come to me (I’m always much happier if a new student comes to me through recommendation).
So today, well a Charlie and Lola DVD is on repeat play, Boy Lacer is trying to feed me up on plastic toy food, the washing machine is on, the dishwasher loaded and I think that may possibly be it on the housework front today. I need to go shopping to get some bread and milk, but I’ll do that this afternoon when Girl Lacer is in nursery, no way could I drag two children into town today.
Right where’s that book I’m reading?