Annnd again it was a ‘no venturing forth’ weekend.

Well, Louise is not so good at the moment. The tummy bug that was getting to Esme & Jude seem to have fallen upon her (& it’s a bit crippling). It’s something we’ve all had before, I’m sure; cramping stomach pains that prevent you from eating & as a whole you feel drained. She ate something on Saturday that left her completely scuppered by evening.

Things done… um…

Emptied everything out of the porch on Sunday, & found the carpet in the corner was a bit mouldy… That won’t make it through the winter so I decided to ditch it… but what to replace it with? Hm – well – there’s these rugs… Chose the larger hessian one (didn’t mum & dad bring this as a hand-me-down from Neil?) It’s been folded up in the porch a good while now; having been family trampled into a state of splotchy disrepair for some time now). It’s a bit big for the task to hand – so lay it flat & put the old carpet atop & cut out a new one. It being hessian all the edges are frayed though; so grab the white gaffer tape & follow around as I cut to seal it up. The kids return from playing & asked what I’m doing? “Bodging, dear; bodging.” I cannot really o DIY, but I can ‘bodge’ to a reasonable degree.

Eve had a slightly highly strung weekend. She found a lot of things “Not fair!” to a tear inducing degree.

I’m not sure there’s a remedy to this slightly disadvantages world view. Sometimes she may have a point, but most of the time no. Jude muttered that she’s going through the same sort of thing that Jack went through a couple of years back: a propensity to emotional thinking. I’m not so sure, but it’s interesting that Jude must have picked up on musings between Louise & I. Okay, to a degree I think there’s a similarity to Jack, & he weighed most of the blame for this at school; a certain level of feeling victimised there & to an extent that was true, but there was a self distortion field in being used as well. Eve may even be suffering a similar thing at school, because goodness knows some of her fellow pupils are the epitome of ‘the only child’. It’s difficult though. As I say it’s not the same as Jack; she’s different for a start. I’m minded to keep an open mind to see how she copes.

And all that brings to mind it’s parent’s evening at school today, so I need to be on form & be getting back home to help Louise… I’m not sure whether I’m taking the kids home or the kids are hanging about while we go see teachers. If I’m I with the teachers I have to keep my big fat mouth shut & let Louise do the talking; I tend to say important things in a daft way which can lead away from the point I’m trying to make, Possibly my tangental way of thinking about things?