Weekend regrouping
A new week. Let's hope it begins better than the last one ended. Friday was a busy work day for me and pretty much non-stop. There was no time even for my traditional cheese on toast lunch. However, this was as nothing compared to the rest of the family's day. Daughter one had faced some terrible trial and refused even to talk about it. Daughter three had unfriended every person in her class as a result of some minor playground incident. She is now apparently friendless. Daughter two came home brandishing a letter which she claimed was written in secret code by some "friends". We worked on the code and ascertained that it said she smelt of poo and wee. There then followed a very long conversation about what she should do about this during which a whole litany of further injustices came to light. She has decided to go into school this week and confront her tormentors head on. Daughter two does not ignore injustice. She faces it head on. She once took on a boy who was bullying her older sister. She told him off in no uncertain terms. Unfortunately, he was looking the other way and didn't hear a word she said, but the intent was there. Daughter two is fearless.
It was with relief therefore that the entire family embraced the weekend. In fact, I find that I am increasingly counting the seconds to the weekend from the very moment I wake up on Mondays. Unfortunately, it goes very, very fast. Daughter two did a taster drumming course on Saturday. The thing about having four children is that you spend a lot of your time doing free taster courses in order to avoid paying regular activity fees. However, in this case, daughter two, who rather enthusiastically took up my advice to see the drums as her two tormentors, pleaded to do the actual course so I signed her up in a moment of over-generousness.
On Sunday we headed out for a country walk with my dad. I don't think some members of my family has quite shaken off the fact that they were born in slightly more urban surroundings. Daughter one was in a kind of gothic outfit; daughter three was dressed fairly normally but had brought along her school register; daughter two was in shades, 10 bracelets, a bling bracelet around the top of her arm, leggings, a ra-ra skirt and black boots. She was accompanied by her new blue nose who I was forced to sew a jumpsuit for. He was sitting in one of the baby's tractor toys which daughter two was dragging around the forest on a lead. She was chatting away about her new teacher. "He looks like a fatter version of William," she said. I asked which William she meant, thinking she was referring to a friend of daughter one's. "The Conqueror," she replied. Of course.
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