Helluva week. Celebrated a significant birthday and got all the GCSE coursework sample into the post by some miracle on Friday afternoon.
Daddy works on Saturdays, so far from being a relaxing break, the weekend routine is quite hectic.
Kempy has to be walked by 8.30am (I make this sound like a chore, but actually it is one of my favourite parts of the day) before Daddy leaves; then we rush out of the door to Gertie's gymnastics class. Thankfully they have progressed a little bit beyond standing on tiptoes, and walking along benches, and she can now turn a dodgy cartwheel, so I feel that I am getting some value at £5 a time.
After dropping off at gym we hare down the road to Gilby's football. Though, in fairness, that is a little grand to describe the activity of the bunch of three year olds who bumble around the football pitch. It is week three, and much more successful now that the weather is a bit warmer. It was a write-off last winter: we tried for a couple of sessions but then it became a case of me holding his hand on the side of the pitch while we all turned blue and he refused to get involved. He now 'plays' for most of the hour, interrupted by frequent cuddles, snacks and general whinging. Did David Beckham begin this way? I suspect not. It is a bargain though, at a mere £4.50 a session.
Eddie is not really content to sit on the sidelines and would like to get involved. He mostly shouts, 'Ball!' and points excitedly, but since he is still not able to walk (and is now in the process of having some 'special' shoes made by the physio to encourage him) the likelihood of joining in is quite limited. I entertain him for as long as possible, then bundle him in the car to dash back to the gym to pick up Gertie (whose class finishes 15 minutes before her brother's), and then hurtle back to the football pitch in time to see Gilby not win player of the day. Both sporting venues have carparks a significant way away, and timing is so tight I seem to spend most of the time on the run, literally. Probably doing more exercise than Gertie and Gilby, in fact.
All that fun, for less than a tenner...