Gots my jewelleries
We went to church this evening for a sausage and pancake dinner (well, it is Shrove Tuesday, after all). Before we went, I went into my room to have a poke through my jewellery box. Zoë came to see what I was doing and then went to her own room and got her jewellery box. She emerged a few minutes later wearing a bracelet, a ring, a necklace, and, of course, earrings (she has pierced ears now and wears sleeper hoop earrings most of the time; she knows not to try to change them by herself).
Announced Zoë, "I gots my jewelleries for to go to church!"
And she put her "jewelleries" away when she got ready for bed, too!
Hooray, school is here!
It's been a long summer/Christmas break. We didn't go away on holiday, and while we did have a number of crafty type activities and a bunch of new DVDs, the kids were understandably bored and frequently fighting with each other, presumably to alleviate the boredom and drive me up the wall (also good for a laugh, ha ha, let's drive our mother insane with our incessant, pointless bickering, it's so funny when her eyes pop out of her head and the top of her head blows off and steam comes out of her ears, ha ha).
We had a lot of the usual physical stuff like sitting on each other and taking things away from each other, and a couple incidents of kicking, hitting, pushing down, and so forth. We also had a spate of spitting (ugh), this from Zoë. At one point she climbed up into Miranda's bed (Miranda has the top bunk) and spat on her arm for no apparent reason. Another time, I gave them each a drink of juice and Zoë leaned over and spat right in Miranda's drink! (I made them switch drinks.) Some days I wondered if there were any circuses around that had need of a fat, nearsighted, formerly American geekwoman with bad joints and a missing gallbladder, so that I could run away (I couldn't think of any act I could do, other than writing mildly amusing blog entries, and I didn't think the circus would hire me to do that, so I gave up on that idea).
Now, however, thankfully, school is back on, and things are better. The routine is back, they're asleep by 8:30, they're not perpetually bored, they're starting to seem like happy children again, and they're not beating each other up or spitting or making my eyes pop out of my head as the steam shoots out of my ears. They are still being pests to each other, arguing over whose turn it is to play on the computer or (this is worse) standing behind the other who is on the computer and telling her what to do and how to do it (don't you love it when someone tells you how to play your game of Solitaire?), but overall, they're much happier now, and so am I.
School is good. It exercises your brain and you're tired when you come home so you haven't got the energy to torment your sister. Very much.
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