... so I figure the best way to get my blogging thang on again is to simply jump back into it.
You know that expression 'the best laid plans...' (of mice and men etc etc)? Here, your honour, is a case in point.
It's Monday today. I thought we were fairly well-prepared for it. The Boys were rested after a relatively relaxed weekend, I had chivvied them out of bed in enough time (although, really, is there ever enough time on a Monday morning?) to walk to school instead of making a last minute dash in the car, and everyone had on the right gear for the -12degC outside.
What? -12degC? Minus 12degC is for sissies. It's only when it hits -18degC that it starts to feel properly cold.
We were about to leave the house. Boy #2 had forgotten to pack his lunch box. He packed his lunch box. Boy #1 hadn't put on his sweater under his coat (don't get me started - the boy is a regular walking immersion heater, anything warmer than -18degC seems not bother him). He put on his sweater. Boy #1 hadn't packed his ski socks for skating. He ran upstairs to fetch and pack his ski socks. Boy #1 left his gloves upstairs. He went back to fetch his gloves.
We were still on time to walk to school.
We reached the end of the drive; I glanced at Boy #2 - no rucksack. We walked back to the house to fetch his rucksack. Boy #2 put on his rucksack.
We were still on time.
We walked to school - still on time.
We got to school. I glanced at Boy #2's rucksack, which suddenly appeared suspiciously light. Did he have his indoor shoes with him? No, Mum - but I'm sure they're in my locker.
They were not in his locker.
That would be because they were sitting on the floor by the back door, at home.
And since the children are not allowed to wear their outdoor shoes indoors at school (or, indeed, anywhere inside during the snowy messy Russian winter), guess who had to then walk home again to fetch said shoes?
As I said - the best-laid plans...
You know that expression 'the best laid plans...' (of mice and men etc etc)? Here, your honour, is a case in point.
It's Monday today. I thought we were fairly well-prepared for it. The Boys were rested after a relatively relaxed weekend, I had chivvied them out of bed in enough time (although, really, is there ever enough time on a Monday morning?) to walk to school instead of making a last minute dash in the car, and everyone had on the right gear for the -12degC outside.
What? -12degC? Minus 12degC is for sissies. It's only when it hits -18degC that it starts to feel properly cold.
We were about to leave the house. Boy #2 had forgotten to pack his lunch box. He packed his lunch box. Boy #1 hadn't put on his sweater under his coat (don't get me started - the boy is a regular walking immersion heater, anything warmer than -18degC seems not bother him). He put on his sweater. Boy #1 hadn't packed his ski socks for skating. He ran upstairs to fetch and pack his ski socks. Boy #1 left his gloves upstairs. He went back to fetch his gloves.
We were still on time to walk to school.
We reached the end of the drive; I glanced at Boy #2 - no rucksack. We walked back to the house to fetch his rucksack. Boy #2 put on his rucksack.
We were still on time.
We walked to school - still on time.
We got to school. I glanced at Boy #2's rucksack, which suddenly appeared suspiciously light. Did he have his indoor shoes with him? No, Mum - but I'm sure they're in my locker.
They were not in his locker.
That would be because they were sitting on the floor by the back door, at home.
And since the children are not allowed to wear their outdoor shoes indoors at school (or, indeed, anywhere inside during the snowy messy Russian winter), guess who had to then walk home again to fetch said shoes?
As I said - the best-laid plans...
