So the autumn bugs are upon us, for the last three weeks I have felt absolutely rotten. My little girl started school this year and I have felt the full force of a horrible cold. My daughter had it for a week and I thought that was bad enough, the pair of us sat at home basically feeling dreadful but took our medicine and ate oranges together. Now it’s just me who feels like I’m dying every day but what can you do you’ve still got to carry on and go to work, get dinner, play with them and help them with homework, there is absolutely no let up, all in a haze of Beechams. We have watched hundreds of films just so I don’t have to chase around for her.
The one thing I think we are lacking in society is a food delivery service that has decent meals. I thought long and hard about this and reckon I’ve come up with a plan. What we need is comfort food, so how about a roast delivery company? Not where they bring the mail already plated, but van that will bring a carvery to your door. When it arrives on your drive you go out with a big plate and load up with meat and veg just the same as you would in a restaurant. I reckon that would make me feel loads better. Good plan huh?
Caught out! Yep I got caught red handed trying to hide the fact that I was stuffing my face with chocolate Swiss roll from a kids party buffet. I wasn’t even hungry until the bowls of sausages and crisps started to come out.
My daughter only eats 3 wotsits and half a chicken nugget on average at these things, so I actually see it as my duty to not let the rest go to waste. With a mug of tea in one hand I pounced with perfect timing so people would think I was delivering that slice of cake to my girl, but in actual fact I was going to turn my back and aim it straight at my face, like it had got there by accident. 😂
I was amazed at something we found on Holiday so I’ve brought it home with me. The kids all get a lanyard to wear around their necks and for every food they try or each healthy food they eat they get a sticker.
I’ve never seen my four year old tuck in so much. The excitement on her face at getting a sticky smiley face to go on her card was beautiful. She had a go at pretty much everything, from squid to salmon to star fruit. And was so proud of herself at filling the card and getting a certificate. It may not work for everyone, but 4 months on its a winner in our house.
Can I tell you my favourite thing about my daughter starting school?
No it’s not seeing her fly out of the classroom with the biggest smile when I come to collect her or when she flings her arms around me for the biggest cuddles. It’s not the stories of finding aliens in the playground with her friends and the drama around it. It’s not even when she sings me 10 green bottles at bed time, just because she knows that new song will buy her an extra 5 minutes.
I’ll tell you what it is, been the bane of my evenings for years, my favourite bit of her going to school is not having to make sandwiches!
It sounds posh so I thought we'd go and have a look at a game of polo at the New Forest club. It was so lovely, we took a picnic and sat in front of the car on a rug eating jam sandwiches and sausages, while watching the ponies hurtle up and down the pitch. The sweetest moment came the next day though, when my 4 year old daughter was asked what she had done at the weekend and she replied "we watched horses play hockey!" Well, it sort of is isn't it?
In the summer holidays were all looking for things to keep the kids occupied, so please can I pass on my little tip to you. Having just got back from a very rainy and muddy Camp Bestival weekend at certain times it was easier said than done entertaining our little rugrats, but we stumbled upon something rather wonderful when inside the tent because rain had stopped playing.
Eating jelly with a fork it turns out is hilarious, tasty and takes a long time cos it keeps dropping off. How brilliant, I'm applying this principle to everything during the next month to see if it will hold off the screams of "Mummmmmmyyyyyyy!" (See my last blog) I wonder what else I can do it with? Spaghetti with a cocktail stick? Drawing only with things found in the garden?
I’m off to my little ones school induction tonight and I’m nervous as hell. Would it be ok to take her or does that flag up that I’m “one of those ” yknow single mothers? Do I look stupid asking what time school starts and finishes? Shouldn’t I just know that information?
What happens if they don’t have garlic bread on the menu every day? I swear that kid lives on the stuff! And I’m imagining her crying her heart out when she realises they don’t do jam sandwiches either.
And will I burst into tears in anticipation like I did in my ante-natal class?