Rain, rain, rain and we’re all claustrophobically crammed together in the house on a Sunday afternoon suffering from cabin fever! My other half has sloped off for a sleep, as he was on ‘crack of dawn’ duty with son number 2 who is a fully paid up member of the wide awake club from 6 o’clock every morning.....
If I could summon up any energy I’d take them out but it means a car journey really and my car is holed up in the body shop after I lost a fight with a metal fenced corner of a car park.
My good friend and nursery teacher says,
‘There’s no such thing as bad weather, just inappropriate clothing!’
.....as she trails her little class around the school yard doing exciting and interesting things through hurricaines and storms – she’s much less ‘jolly hockey sticks’ than I’ve made her sound but she does believe in fresh air and wellies for all kids!
It’s not that I mind rain per say – I mean I do live in Manchester, but it’s August and Sunday and I want to relax and drift to the park maybe pop to the shops not wrap up in kagools and race to where I’m going with water creeping up my trousers. Is that osmosis? It’s incredible how far rainwater creeps up from the ground to your knees unless you are fortunate enough to suit cropped pants!
Still it’s good for the grass and at least we rarely have hose pipe bans in these parts....
So far this morning we’ve had arts and crafts, construction and a puppet show i.e. a make shift television was drawn on the washing machine packaging and the eldest bobbed a toy meercat around while the baby crawled in and out clutching a lunar toy and giving his world famous winning smile!
The eldest is trying to get to grips with two forms of entertainment at the moment – magic and comedy. The magic consists of,
‘Look at this box, there’s nothing in it (noises emit from the box clearly indicating that it is crammed full of toy cars) absolutely nothing, nothing at all in this box!’
‘Now say the magic words.........’
The magic however is much more bearable than the jokes the meercat in the puppet show told one of the best.
‘Can kangeroo’s talk?’
Answer: ‘Kangeroo’s talk!!!’
This one was usual in that all his other jokes regardless of what they might be end in ‘to get to the other side!!!’
Language is not his strong point!
Physical comedy is more his thing, he can make me laugh with a head wiggle or eyebrow lift or deliberate fall on the floor – I think he gets humour so hopefully this will develop and we won’t be sat at his 21st cringing through a speech full of ‘to get to the other side!’ punchlines!
Every time I think it’s easing up another down pour appears! What is a mum suppose to do?
I think all but the most perfect mum knows the answer to that.
T.V.
Lovely, calming, smiley, friendly T.V.
Phew!
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