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hmm – ok – I was going to write this morning, but I don’t feel much in the way of what I’m supposed to write. I managed to sleep in all beds last night… sigh.
Eve did well at one point – she got out of bed to go to the toilet. She’d decided she needed to go & was off. No protest about the situation – no fuss no bother… that was nice. Back to bed & asleep… wow.
I scampered back to our own bed – only to go downstairs for some medicine for Jude who was running a temperature. Next thing I know Jack’s crying out – so It’s down to him. He’s had a ‘sad dream’ – which he actually tells me about – that Eve had broken her forearm – right hand side from the way he pointed at his. Drifting off to sleep & then he announces he needs a wee as well. Heck, for some reason does not like the cupboard in the bathroom, & thus does not like to go to the bathroom unaccompanied sometimes. He did go to sleep again with little bother & I retired to the futon in the back room as I noticed by my alarm clock that I only had as much sleep as I could grab in half an hour.
Hmmm – well – I’ve slept better.

Hmmm having whittered about the run in with Jack on Friday, I would like to point out that Jack is usually an exceptionally good boy. In writing down the times when bad behavior does occur, I don’t want to give the impression that this is normal. I write it down because it is exceptional. He may even remember such run ins as he gets older, but he won’t remember all his little acts of kindness & being so lovable.
Jack called out in the night for me. I staggered to his room barely awake & he told be that he had a sad dream. Something along the lines of ‘We were at a bus stop’ – ‘You & mummy got off the bus, but I didn’t’ – ‘I should have got off the bus because I got lost’. He told me this; before I knew it he was sound asleep again. To be honest, I think that sounds quite frightening. Louise thought that it sounded like an anxiety dream & I have to concur. So, did I write the previous paragraph because I’m feeling guilty about Jack one way or another? It’s a distinct possibility, I guess.
“Friends Reunited“. Well – I spoke to one of my main cohorts at ‘middle school’ the other night, for probably over an hour on the phone. There were 3 of us that used to be very into art when I was – um -how old? – 11 to 13 or something… Anyway – One of these best friends of mine turned up on the Friends Reunited website. I was rather excited to actually see the name ‘Simon Francis’ there. Cor! I looked at it for a week, & then thought, bugger it – & stumped up some money to register myself on the site to get the ability to send him a mail to say, “Hi”.
Over half a life ago…

Picking Jack up from school, I was told by his teachers that he was telling them of the bad dream he had the night before – possibly even a nightmare! Difficult to say nightmare, I know that he had a disturbed sleep, but I don’t think as far disturbed as that. Nevertheless ‘disturbing’ is the right word. He says He went to Halifax (with us – more than just us, with friends) & Eve was with them. Suddenly Eve ran out into the road & there was a car coming & she was run over. I’ve tried to phrase it a little how Jack did. Then it seems it wasn’t Eve at all, Eve had painted a balloon & made it run out into the road & it was the balloon that was run over. That last bit is a bit weird. It’s either real dream logic, or embroidery on Jack’s part to save my feelings a bit. He’s quite capable of rolling with a story – he does it to me every so often. I had a whole story about ghosts at school the other week while he was in the bath. Apparently they broke a bit of Leila’s lunch box, & then it went into this whole thing about bad, naughty & good ghosts. The bad & the naughty ones messing about withy the dinner ladies’ preparation of school lunches, pouring water on things & making them soggy, & the dinner ladies putting things in bags to protect them form ghostly interference but the ghosts still managing to spoil things & the good ghosts killing the bad ghosts (but not all of them, so the bad ones come back again). All quite bizarre & delightful. Last night I was also told that an invisible person had pinched 2 oranges out of Leila’s lunch box, but returned them to the classroom.
We all went to the park after tea yesterday. Jack wanted to practice on his new bike. He’s a bit big for it, but it is a very nice bike. It was a good practice session for him, & although he fell off a few times round the bike circuit in the park, this was mainly because he was trying to ride up grassy banks & alike, so it wasn’t that surprising really. Eve was so tired after this that by bedtime she was incoherent with disagreement. Not wanting bath, not wanting bed, not wanting what she wanted. As soon as she stopped yelling about it all she was asleep.
She’s been changing of recent – a growing spurt. She’s losing the rounded belly physique of a toddler & starting to get more upright – straight up & down…. Little girl.

Plumbing fixed. Please let there be no more leaks. At least they are due to come & repaper the ceiling next week.
Had arranged for the day off work tomorrow to help with Louise going for the scan, but it seems like this may not be such a great idea due to the fact that Louise’s mum is rather keen to look after the kids on her own & it may be taken as an insult that I would help… …So I go to work instead. Whatever.
I get to go on holiday for a bit from a week tomorrow anyway. Quite looking forward to it!
Jack came into our bed quite early last night (just as we were dropping off to sleep). Dreams… He said (stirring in sleep) at one point, “hairy rocks with scary bears inside”. No doubt an alarming concept – but roll the words round your brain for a bit… there’s a certain ‘poetry’ to them.