1. Happy families
2. Getting the passport off
3. Daylight running
Went back at lunchtime to feed Son 2 aged 6m and 3w. Wonder Nanny had had a serene morning, Son 2 perfectly happy in his chair - had sleep, had lunch… Son 1 aged 3 and a half had apparently been a little paragon. The Man had bought a carton of mushroom soup for Wonder Nanny’s lunch. Son 1 doesn’t eat mushrooms. The Man and I love them. “Offer new foods about 10 times before you can be sure your child genuinely doesn’t like them.” We must have got to about 70 times before we finally gave up. And yet Son 1 ate the mushroom soup. With a technique lifted from Mumsnet: “You are absolutely not allowed to eat that soup! No. Forbidden. Don’t touch it.” All triumphantly wolfed down.
Took the passport in for the Check and Send service. They checked it. They sent it. Wheeesh, as the engines say in Thomas, it was weighing down my briefcase and I am so glad it’s gone. Now all I have to do is the mortgage, the Child Trust Fund, the power supplier and the children’s bank accounts and I’ll have finished our paperwork.
It was daylight when I went out for my run. Summer’s here, hooray. I did the clear 3 miles I’ve been aiming at, at just over 10 minutes a mile. I swear it felt longer just because I could see where I was going. Can’t help thinking I could have chosen a better weekend to go back to work than the clock change one. At one end of the day I have Son 1 wondering why he’s going to bed before it’s dark , at the other end what was Son 2’s 5am let’s-try-snugging-down-and-going-back-to-sleep stirring is now getting up time. When I was at school I used to feel sorry for the scullery maids of yore who had to get up at 6am and work till midnight. And they got a half day a fortnight and one Sunday a month off. Luxury.
