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I am not the only one. Our kids have become progressively more feral the more rain we suffered.
I noted on Friday that I was yelling like a banshee before school. I knew it wasn't going to be pretty by the afternoon. In the end we were saved by an invitation to play at one of Nugget's classmate's place (his Mum and I run together sometimes). It was a lovely way to fill the time between school and swimming lessons.
I thank swimming lessons for the 'early' night our children had (sadly we saw the return of 'the running man' legs). I went to bed early too, which meant that when Saturday rolled around, all blue skied and warm temperatured, we were all ready for a better start.
My day started with a bath with the twins while I swatted the end of one of my day overdue library books. I was happy I had.
We returned our library books and got ourselves some new ones. I am sure I saw the librarian cringe a little when we entered with me giving the usual 'you need to be quiet' pep talk.Afterwards, we visited the Geege at his store and had a bit of lunch. We then slipped to the park for a play and a scoot, where we met up with another of Nugget's classmates. Dew Drop found a giant puddle to play in and one thing lead to another. By the time we went home they were covered in mud from head to toe but they were full of stories and happiness and working so well as a team that I just couldn't be mad.
Our day didn't end there. We popped over to Sister B's for a play and a swim. Well, Doo Dah had a swim. Nugget wasn't into the cold water (apparently salt water feels 'different' to a connoisseur). And then it was home and another good night's sleep for all.
Today started with a bike ride and then a trip to a local grower's market. We got some stuff done around the house including, drumroll please, finishing the chicken coup and setting up the compost bin (which was given to us by the talented Mum who runs the eco-garden at the school). I baked for school lunches and played Scrabble with the boys. A bit of Young Talent Time, yet another nit shampoo (the Minx and Nugget have now been infested while patient A (Dew Drop) and myself seem to be in the clear) and the weekend is complete.
Except it isn't. They have all been put into bed. And they have all been back out. Going to the toilet. Complaining about being hot/cold. Needing a drink of water. Any excuse.
It is so draining, but all part of the picture of this little home.
And how was your weekend? What did you get up to?