Er, yeah, me again.

Feel like I can hardly keep up with our weeks now. I have so many photos to post, but haven't loaded them up yet, so a quick whistlestop tour right now and then I'll get around to doing the photos soon. Promise. No more boring posts, after this one. Go on, sue me.

We had a day out on Saturday with friends at a little theme park to celebrate dd's 7th birthday (half-price voucher for tickets, always a bonus). Then she had her birthday with home-made hedgehog cake, a wolf suit (which was kinda purple when it arrived rather than grey, but she was dutiful enough to try it on) and a visit from her auntie. Then on Monday it was cinema in the morning (Schools Film week - free films) and her 'animal-themed' party in the afternoon. All surprisingly chilled. Today, cinema again, this time to see Ponyo, one of the Japanese animations by Studio Gibli that we love.

Previous weeks the kids have been creating knex crossbows at HE group, doing poetry (well, doing 'Mutant Wordsworth' more about this when I post up the photos), ice skating, and er lots of stuff. I find now if I don't keep a note of it all it's soon forgotten. Ds2 has done a long hike and overnight camp with cubs, ds1 has been film-making with a friend.

Part of me feels I should be booking some group workshops at museums, or doing some outings with the kids, but another part of me knows that I can't really take anything else on at the mo. If you read my other blog (http://www.the-idle-pen.blogspot.com/) then you'll know that I have other things to fret about, like Jane Austen and her literary chums.

Sigh.

In order for me to have time to tackle JA and Co, I've been trying to keep some structure to our weeks and a while back I came up with a plan to tick a few boxes. So, we do one week 'writing' (and anything associated with) and one week 'maths (and anything associated with). Writing has included poetry (Mutant Wordsworth), filling in a museum trail sheet, writing a letter to penfriends (it took a whole week for that) etc. Up to an hour a day max. Maths is less exciting and flexible...just workbooks until I can come up with the energy to do something else. Of course I could do cooking or some other sort of measuring, but cooking with kids is even more stressful than stapling them to the table to do a page of a maths workbook.

Saying this, I DO have plans to cook with the kids, using the River Cottage Family Cookbook which looks fab (have it on loan from library at the mo). Still at the planning stage though. Or maybe it will just make a nice coffee table book, or doorstop.

The kids started fencing lessons this week. Kindly offered at bargain price by another home ed family, my bunch joined others to have their first lesson on Tuesday. The best thing is that the teacher is a boy who was home educated himself, AND his mother was the first ever HE contact I ever made, about 8 years ago. Lovely stuff. Amazingly dd did not bark, or miaow or growl or make bear noises or crawl around the floor on all fours or hug the tutor's legs until he fell over. No she participated and cooperated and enjoyed. Miracles do happen.

Christmas is approaching. Am very aware of low funds, bulging credit card, and children's expensive tastes (and, more importantly, very few relatives left alive to meet these tastes, or even any to buy them some cheap tat so they have something to unwrap on Christmas day.). Oh and the small matter of nearly 2 grand's worth of course fees, still to pay this year. I'm going to blame it all on Jane Austen.

p.s. check out this wonderful explanation of the defence cuts:
http://archers-at-the-larches.blogspot.com/2010/10/defence-cuts-explained-simply.html

And I name this day and all who sail in her...

I was woken this morning to the padding of paws on bedroom floor. A spaniel head slobbered over the side of the bed and then the creature jumped up and made himself comfortable on the pillow next to me. Er...no. It's bad enough being woken and crawled upon by kids, but when a drooling, smelly hound decides that your bed is his, that's called taking the p.

So after my rude awaking, I mooched around irritably and then took the kids ice skating, a regular home ed event that we haven't been to for ages. It felt like a constructive thing to on a day when I had a feeling nothing much was going to happen. Ds1 didn't want to skate and instead he sculked around, trying to glean as much incriminating evidence from the adult conversations I was participating in. It seems to be getting a habit.

The rest of the day was unconstructive. I put washing in...and left it in the machine. I started doing the washing up...and then left it all in the sink. I started googling and ebaying for a vehicle to take on tour with us when we go away at the end of summer...but couldn't find what I wanted at a price I wanted to pay. I thought about sorting out some camping stuff for an overnight stay tomorrow...and didn't. Eventually I flung some books into a bag and managed to get them to the charity shop (with minutes to spare before they closed). I thought about cooking tea, then gave up thinking and sent dh out to get chips.

Some days are like this. I'm not sure what they mean. Do they mean I'm lazy? Do days like this mean I need a break, a change of scenery? I dunno.

Anyway, I've decided I'm going to give this day of the week a new name. It will become Non-day. The day when nothing happens, even if it should.