To Be Honest....

This hasn't been the best of days. Issy was up late last night yet again. I have this plan that its best not to keep going upstairs to her because then she has an opportunity to chat. So I wait downstairs until I can't hear any movement at all before going to bed. Last night this was at midnight and when I went up I found this.

She had been busy all evening decorating the upstairs landing as a theatre all ready for a 'show' on Saturday. As she know's very well she'll be at nanny and grandads 'cos we are away for the weekend & I presume its her way of making us stay home. Bit sad really. So I left it there all day with the intention of saying lets have a little show tonight. You have to be sitting on the toilet with the door open to get this view! That didn't happen anyway because I had a 'mummy blue fit' after tea when the girls complained I never do anything for them. Mmm bad move girls. This led to the 'theatre' being dismantled, me stomping about a lot and still tidying it all myself while stomping and shouting! Not handled well by me, but hey we're all 'over' tired.

Hettie has had a rubbish HE day. Maths was a huge struggle today with much umming and aahing over 2x3 and so on. Her reading was slow and faltering, and generally got herself in a right old muddle. Thought I would carry on reading the Railway Children but she kept day dreaming and I had to re-read most of what I had just read. So after struggling through copying 4 short sentences for her main lesson - which we discovered she had written with the book upside down - we moved onto Leonardo Da Vinci and finished building his flying machine. Well I did really while she carried on day dreaming.

But my Core 1 Sonlight shelf is good to go - think I may miss the Science 2 reproduction of humans, because 1) I think Issy is too young, 2) She will probably spend the next month asking all and sundry if & how they reproduce and 3) I can't put up with crys of 'Gross' every time dh is within 6 foot of me!

I de-registered Issy from school today and so she finishes on Thursday. This is obviously an added anxiety for her even though she wants to be at home. She also has a show lined up and her first Brownie camp, so as I commented to someone else recently about their son, she has got a lot on her plate at the moment. Although she overheard a mum asking me how her 'therapy' was going and later remarked 'Cool, I'm in therapy just like children on tv' - we really have to cut back on c**p tv. I relented on the theatre bits and helped her put them all in a box ready to put up Thursday evening for a show before we go away. Hettie said 'mum, its a bad week, don't stress'. Ok I thought don't stress, had a long bath, got in my pjs, mildly threatened Issy about going to sleep and settled down to watch Waking the Dead.

Cue Dh - 'What are you watching?'

Me - 'Waking the Dead, I watch it every week'

Dh - 'I've seen this one'

Me - 'No you haven't, its a new series'

Dh - 'No its a repeat, I'll check the paper'

Me - 'You do that'

Dh - 'Says its a new series'

Me - 'I told you that'

Dh - 'Well looks like its a remake of something else'

Me - 'Aren't you practising your guitar tonight?'

Dh - 'No I thought I'd watch this with you'

Cue Issy back downstairs - 'I can't go to sleep'

Cue Hettie back downstairs - 'Can I get a drink'

Dh - 'I'm sure I've seen this one'

Ok, Ok I snapped and shouted again!! Good job I love 'em.