Woke up and checked the shipping status for a few things I’ve been waiting on - specifically the lego we ordered last week which the girls have been asking about five times per day. The Kmart website said it was still packing the lego. Broke the news to the girls over breakfast.
Headed out to ‘school’ and tied the new-found-postman-animosit
Started a new motivation technique where I randomly award skittles for studiousness. Of course, smarties would have been a better word play, but I couldn’t risk asking Bearhands to buy those because he’d have thought it was code for special cuddles. (Long story).
Midway through the first session, a courier truck arrived. Couldn’t imagine what it might be, so I foolishly opened the box. The girls lego!! Struggled to get much more out of them after that.
At 10.30am we changed Bearhands’ PT session into PE lessons. Normally they’d have soccer training three days a week and be running around the playground during their breaks. So we figured wearing their little bodies out might help with their sleeping. Cue much laughter and little exercise. I watched them bounce across the paddock wistfully and envied cartilage in their knees.
With the dog restrainted, the postman delivered a swag of letters at lunchtime. Including notes from my nephew in Brisbane and one from the Little Sister’s BFF. Inside were friendship bracelets that made me feel very sad about the girls’ extended separation from their mates.
The girls decided to wait until Daddy knocked off to open the lego. Then started asking how many hours it would be.
Last session was geography for the Little Sister. Spent an hour spelling the States and Capitals of Australia, then after 3pm I gave up and typed her answers for her.
Painted the black centres in our poppies for Saturday. Then went for a drive to our neighbours farm to see earthworks they’ve been doing this week.
Bearhands and the girls played Lego while I cooked and everyone slept well for having done their gorilla jumps.