No one was pumped to head back to school after the long weekend. The Little Sister struggled to concentrate on her story writing. The Big Sister saved her attitude for her offline teacher and was perfectly perky in her online appearances.
I got stuck into work in-between cajoling my students to complete their work. A check of my inbox revealed that the short cruise I had booked for June (upgraded to a balcony suite on the spa level, thank you very much) has been cancelled. Not too disappointed about it really, it’ll be a while before I feel comfortable to mix with large groups of people in close quarters. Jumped on and cancelled our flights, the cancellation policies seemed to differ between which page I looked at. Eventually just cancelled the lot and hoped for the best.
Rafiki Mwema - the charity through which we sponsor a child - shared a story of a mother in Kenya cooking rocks in the hope that her kids would fall asleep before they realised there was nothing to eat and I took a pull.
Donated a fraction of our cruise refund to help a family start a new COVID-proof business making and mending clothes.
At 11am we turned Bearhands’ PT into a family exercise session, meaning Bearhands and I exercised while the kids flopped around and generally got in the way. As we were finishing up, a gust of wind caught the Ping Pong table and knocked it onto me and I was stretching on my mat. Bearhands and his PT Andrea displayed the reflexes of jungle cats to save me from serious injury. Hit my head hard enough to consider having a little cry. Remembered the woman cooking rocks and got over myself.
When I returned to the office bearing my most encouraging smile and a hot lunch, I discovered another joyful email in my inbox. School has accidentally not been charging us enough this year, would we like to pay the extra in one hit or spread over the remaining months? Oh the not-very-delicious irony of getting that email while trying to convince the Little Sister to knuckle down and finish alphabetising her spelling words. 🙄
After school the Big Sister lashed out over lego and I took her into my room for a chat. Told her that it’s OK to have a bad day, but not to inflict it on the rest of our family. Rolled a few lines I remembered my dad using on me, back in the day. Suspect we were both relieved when she managed to stifle her rising smirk.
Bearhands was still ripping the paddock next to the house in the early evening. My head injury was clearly showing when I decided to towel myself off burlesque-style. Later when I asked Bearhands if he’d enjoyed it, he’d missed the whole thing and I’d performed like a twit for nothing. Knew his lines had been too straight!
Beer battered NQ prawns for dinner. I had mine with green beans, while the rest of my crew tucked into chips.