Reminder to self- do not plop your head on top of a sign with your hair stuck behind yourself, you look like Mr Potato-head! I love this sign that came in my stocking from J and WOMOTM- it's really sweet!
Today was a GOOD.DAY. It was. I smiled through the day, I was calm, I didn't shout, get frustrated. I enjoyed. I laughed. I praised. I got results. I used to dread Wednesdays, but apart from the fact I don't get a break all day, the classes I have are doing well. Music with Year 3 is great fun and they really do listen and take my advice, they seem to love learning the recorder. Orchestra is now not a battle but enjoyable- I have 4 percussionists instead of 12 naughty year 6's like last year and they all listen and actually have a great aptitude for it, I had great fun with Year 5 in the afternoon discussing sea-shanties, performing arrangements of What shall we do with the drunken sailor and all of us enjoying it. I went to church which was lovely in the evening. It helped that I didn't lie awake for hours last night- although I did go to bed very late (2ish)because I was so worried about lying there wide-awake, I slept!
Like Laura, I revelled in bright colours- I wore this jumper and skirt combo with yellow belt and felt cosy and bright. I had to laugh when I thought about both the jumper and skirt. Both of them are purchases I made when CBC let me 'off the leash' when near/in shops (he always says that I don't buy anything with him and then like a bolt of lightning, I'll buy something when he takes his eye off me. The skirt was purchased in Monsoon when he went to pay in a cheque in the high-street as we were about to drive to Northumberland. He looked staggered when he drew up in the car and I had 2 skirts in a bag! Same with the jumper- High Wycombe reccie into Sainsbury's to buy a torch and bam, I had a jumper!). I
Speaking of giggles, just chatting to my big sister (the big bossy-boots one, as opposed to the small bossy one. I am the only pushover) on the phone, she told me that her daughter had been sick in her bed (and hasn't been sick before in her conscious-toddler memory) and she laughed because she said (or so I misheard)
Child: (in a distressed voice). Mummy, there's something in my bed. It's sunny spit!"There I was thinking, "Oh how poetic she is, she's a genius!!! We have a prodigy in the family!"
In fact, she said, "There's funny spit in my bed,". Not as poetic, but still very descriptive for a 4-year old who hasn't been sick before!
How's you then?