Tired, Tidy, Study, Social
Mar. 30th, 2009 08:35 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ailbheThis morning the house was alarmingly squalid so I had to clean. Later I will copy over my list of Tedious Domestic Tasks Achieved and put it behind an lj-cut. But I cleaned the bathroom and most of the kitchen and I made bread and breakfast and lunch and I got both children bathed and had a shower and cleared enough of the dining room that it only took 20 minutes to finish after the first BfN person arrived.
We had no childcare booked so I asked Maria to take Linnea out, as I don't mind Linnea occasionally caring for the toddlers but I don't want her to think we expect it of her or rely on her for it - it's not fair. I was upstairs having my ten-minute one-to-one with the tutor when Maria arrived but it was ok.
Then everyone else showed up and we had our tutorial - the last one - and got handouts and homework and things, and some people ate the cinnamon bread and some didn't, and there was coffee and things.
Deweekendifying the hosue is tiring, and social stuff is tiring, and tutorials are tiring. I'm knackered.
So in the middle of all this I got a phonecall from Maria, to say that Linnea had a cut on her head and was coming home. I couldn't hear screaming so I figured it was either nothing much or mild concussion, and tried to put Emer, who had been sleeping on my lap, into a bed, but that woke her, so I answered the door with her and took Linnea in and saw that she was fairly compost mental.
I put the telly on and they all stayed quiet while I got plasters and antiseptics and arnica from upstairs, and then Linnea very bravely let me clean all the blood from her face. She had a nasty, small, deep-looking cut on her eyebrow, presumably deep-looking because of the swelling and bruising. It had bled fairly freely - she had blood on her ear and her chin as well as in her eye. Her coat and dress got one teeny weeny drop each.
The antiseptic didn't sting too much and I think the plaster isn't sticking to any of her actual eyebrow hairs, so that should be ok. She ate a banana a little while later ("secretly"; she goes a bit quiet under stress so she signed banana to me and asked me not to let anyone else know she was eating it, though she didn't conceal it once she had it) and seemed kind of ok.
Now it's bedtime so she's bouncing on the bed.
Rob cooked burgers for dinner. Now I need to sort the things we're packing out of the heaps of clean laundry, and make up a picnic for tomorrow's big trip to London. We're also considering Kew Gardens on Wednesday. If we're not at home, we can't make the house messy again, can we?
We had no childcare booked so I asked Maria to take Linnea out, as I don't mind Linnea occasionally caring for the toddlers but I don't want her to think we expect it of her or rely on her for it - it's not fair. I was upstairs having my ten-minute one-to-one with the tutor when Maria arrived but it was ok.
Then everyone else showed up and we had our tutorial - the last one - and got handouts and homework and things, and some people ate the cinnamon bread and some didn't, and there was coffee and things.
Deweekendifying the hosue is tiring, and social stuff is tiring, and tutorials are tiring. I'm knackered.
So in the middle of all this I got a phonecall from Maria, to say that Linnea had a cut on her head and was coming home. I couldn't hear screaming so I figured it was either nothing much or mild concussion, and tried to put Emer, who had been sleeping on my lap, into a bed, but that woke her, so I answered the door with her and took Linnea in and saw that she was fairly compost mental.
I put the telly on and they all stayed quiet while I got plasters and antiseptics and arnica from upstairs, and then Linnea very bravely let me clean all the blood from her face. She had a nasty, small, deep-looking cut on her eyebrow, presumably deep-looking because of the swelling and bruising. It had bled fairly freely - she had blood on her ear and her chin as well as in her eye. Her coat and dress got one teeny weeny drop each.
The antiseptic didn't sting too much and I think the plaster isn't sticking to any of her actual eyebrow hairs, so that should be ok. She ate a banana a little while later ("secretly"; she goes a bit quiet under stress so she signed banana to me and asked me not to let anyone else know she was eating it, though she didn't conceal it once she had it) and seemed kind of ok.
Now it's bedtime so she's bouncing on the bed.
Rob cooked burgers for dinner. Now I need to sort the things we're packing out of the heaps of clean laundry, and make up a picnic for tomorrow's big trip to London. We're also considering Kew Gardens on Wednesday. If we're not at home, we can't make the house messy again, can we?
alison ...
Date: 2009-03-31 04:38 pm (UTC)That's always my theory, but I tend to find that I leave the house in a rush, so it looks like the Marie Celeste, with crap strewn everywhere, and then we get home and are tired and don't bother tidying it, so it looks just as bad, if not worse :) Do report back!