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mysteriousaliwaysPhew! Was that a hectic week or what?
Last Saturday: F's birthday - present-opening and out for lunch, spend half the day constructing Playmobil pirate ship.
Sunday: Mass & four-hour Tai Chi workshop
Monday: school run, rush into Newcastle to get car to garage for service. Toddle round shops, curse fact cannot afford to buy anything. Push the boat out and renew supplies of 'Angels on Bare Skin' facial scrub from Lush. (Convince self that is not luxury, as skin sulks if washed with anything else).
Their Ginger perfume is gorgeous. I have no idea why, but it reminds me of my Mum. Very warm and comforting, but not spicy, strangely enough (perfume, that is). When I have £25 to spare I will get some. Whenever that might be.
Sit in the Central Library and look thru tutoring notes, draft first lesson for bellydance class on Wednesday (eek!)
Have a wander round the Laing. They have a Heath Robinson exhibition on atm. Contemplate the Burne-Jones (I love the Pre-Raphaelites) and have a look at the John Martin paintings, since Jill mentioned she is a huge fan. They're quite dramatic - huge scenes of the the Destruction of Sodom and Gomorrah. Very wild and Romantic (in the poetical sense).
Talk to the Garage. OMG the repairs are expensive! £800! That's getting on for half the value of the car! But if it has to be done ... at least it's still driveable.
Drive back to village and go to Key Stage 1 meeting at school.
Take girls home, change into bellydance costume, drag assorted bellydance paraphernalia over to village several miles away to do a bellydance teaching session with the Girl Guides. Taking the props definitely helps - they enjoy the dancing by itself but they love playing around with the veils and the finger cymbals and stick, etc. They presented me with a bouquet of sunflowers at the end, which was rather sweet of them :) I occasionally wonder how the traffic police might react if I were stopped for speeding or whatever in my full bellydance gear ...
Tuesday: Work. Have developed a cold. So has Keanu-Lookalike Team Leader.
C has decided she doesn't want to learn an instrument at school after all, so I am now able to go to Hafla organisation meeting instead of school music meeting. Still can't make PTA one though (just as well, as I have far too much on plate to be roped into anything else).
Phone up and resign as Treasurer of Justice & Peace Committee at church, as it will clash with bellydance teaching. Bludgeon catholic guilt into submission.
Go to Halfa meeting and sneeze soggily into large handful of tissues all night.
Stay up till 2am fixing Halfa posters on comp and emailing to the others.
Wednesday: Up at 6am to send more emails and catch early bus to work. Rich is on bus so sit next to him and chat amiably all the way to work (and probably pass on cold virus).
KLTL still has cold. His involves occasional sniffing and sneezing and voice becoming a little huskier, and, incredibly, even sexier.
Mine involves runny nose, filling waste-paper basket with yucky soggy tissues and doing uncannily accurate impression of Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer. Life's a bitch. Feel grotty. He did share my box of tissues though :) *sniffles companionably*
Trek across city to teach first of evening classes in Bellydance.
OMG I'M A PROFESSIONAL BELLYDANCE TEACHER!!!!!!!! ahem *coughs*.
It went really well. I was expecting 8 students and 24 turned up (meep!) but I managed to sound confident and as if I knew what I was doing. I think my enthusiasm for the dance came across, and that helped a lot. Talked them all thru the warm-up, and showed them three basic steps and got them to try them out - they were all doing really well! Most beginners look a lot more unbalanced and off-kilter - I think my emphasis on getting the balance of weight in the right place was a good way to start (I've worked out my own theories of how to teach certain moves over the years, so it should be very interesting to see how it pans out.) Ran out of time on the one-to-one section so will have to catch up on that next week (and I'd been panicking earlier about getting thru the material too quickly!) I think I gave them quite a lot to get their heads around - there was a unanimous 'no' when I asked if they wanted to learn a fourth move this week, lol! - but they seemed remarkably enthusiastic and keen to get into it.
All in all it was a lovely experience :)
Having to hang about for inconvenient public transport connections wasn't so lovely tho - didn't get home till 11:30 pm :( Alan said I could have the car Wednesdays, and he and the girls will get the bus, bless him :) He puts up with a lot for my bellydance gallivanting around. *loves*
Thursday: Blooming hormones. And viruses. Have about four hours sleep. Wake too washed out and ill to go to work. Drag self out of bed to help get girls ready for school then go back to bed and sleep for 5 hours solid. Doze till early evening. Wimp out of smut-writing with Owl (Good God, I must be ill!)
Friday: School run. Mean to get all stuff ready for party but end up reading pr0n all day till time of next school run and have to scurry round shops with kids in tow. Rush into Woolworths 5 minutes before closing time and am made to feel so obviously unwelcome ('How dare you shop in here when we want to skive off home?' is the unstated but blatant attitude) that I exit store within 2 minutes without buying what I came in for. Consider writing stroppy letter to manager.
Do more shopping, take girls to fish and chip shop for tea (rare treat for them), dash round supermarket to get party supplies, take eldest to school disco. Go to other supermarketto get stuff couldn't get at first supermarket. Youngest insists on driving trolley. Half-way out of town when have to do u-turn to deliver forgotten Hafla posters.
Get home and fill party goodie bags. Realise have mislaid wallet. Leave youngest and husband to finish party bags, collect eldest from school disco, go on quest to track down wallet.
Left it at 2nd supermarket checkout while distracted by offspring, but now have it back, Huzzah!
Spend all evening baking, chatting to Owl online and downloading Vertigo.
U2 WERE ON TOTP TONIGHT AND I MISSED IT, GODDAMMIT!
*pouts*
Am seized by panic that will be left out of loop for U2 tour and will not get any tickets, so spend ages pottering about on the U2 sites to see what the latest is.
Vertigo, yay! *beams*
Crawl to bed about 2am, leaving kitchen like disaster area.
Saturday: Woken up way too early by offspring demanding breakfast and telly. Bake furiously. Inwardly curse neighbours' children for cluttering up my kitchen while I'm busy. Issue directions to husband to wrap up parcels for pass the parcel with sweets in each layer. Appears to take him two hours to do this. Frantically collect everything together at last minute for party.
Arrive at hall 3 mins before guests. Persuade rowdy boys not to burst all balloons.
Scurry about getting everything ready. Fellow parents take pity and help out.
God bless the magician. Anyone who can keep that many kids that enthralled for 45 minutes deserves every penny.
Feed kids. Organise Pass the Parcel. Husband has left sweets out of parcel wrappings *rolls eyes*. Turf kids out into playground. Attempt to reconcile children with their respective party bags, not aided in endeavour by neighbours' kid 'helping' by disappearing off with half the party bags.
Clear up. Invite F's godparents back for coffee (hoping they will refuse, considering the current state house was left in, but feel obliged as they came a long way and they're good friends). They accept. Damn. K is lovely but has not even a nodding aquaintance with tact and will not hesitate to comment on state of house. Arrive home and lock self in bathroom to valiantly tackle the worst of the dirt, or at least what can be accomplished in 5 minutes). Scrub off worst of mess and then give up. Thank God they never make it as far as the kitchen.
Drink tea, chat, open presents with F, make list for thank-you notes. Say goodbye to godparents & their infants.
Tidy up. Play Ludo with girls, get them off to bed (finally!).
Make and eat pizza. Slump in front of comp.
I think I could sleep for a week.
Last Saturday: F's birthday - present-opening and out for lunch, spend half the day constructing Playmobil pirate ship.
Sunday: Mass & four-hour Tai Chi workshop
Monday: school run, rush into Newcastle to get car to garage for service. Toddle round shops, curse fact cannot afford to buy anything. Push the boat out and renew supplies of 'Angels on Bare Skin' facial scrub from Lush. (Convince self that is not luxury, as skin sulks if washed with anything else).
Their Ginger perfume is gorgeous. I have no idea why, but it reminds me of my Mum. Very warm and comforting, but not spicy, strangely enough (perfume, that is). When I have £25 to spare I will get some. Whenever that might be.
Sit in the Central Library and look thru tutoring notes, draft first lesson for bellydance class on Wednesday (eek!)
Have a wander round the Laing. They have a Heath Robinson exhibition on atm. Contemplate the Burne-Jones (I love the Pre-Raphaelites) and have a look at the John Martin paintings, since Jill mentioned she is a huge fan. They're quite dramatic - huge scenes of the the Destruction of Sodom and Gomorrah. Very wild and Romantic (in the poetical sense).
Talk to the Garage. OMG the repairs are expensive! £800! That's getting on for half the value of the car! But if it has to be done ... at least it's still driveable.
Drive back to village and go to Key Stage 1 meeting at school.
Take girls home, change into bellydance costume, drag assorted bellydance paraphernalia over to village several miles away to do a bellydance teaching session with the Girl Guides. Taking the props definitely helps - they enjoy the dancing by itself but they love playing around with the veils and the finger cymbals and stick, etc. They presented me with a bouquet of sunflowers at the end, which was rather sweet of them :) I occasionally wonder how the traffic police might react if I were stopped for speeding or whatever in my full bellydance gear ...
Tuesday: Work. Have developed a cold. So has Keanu-Lookalike Team Leader.
C has decided she doesn't want to learn an instrument at school after all, so I am now able to go to Hafla organisation meeting instead of school music meeting. Still can't make PTA one though (just as well, as I have far too much on plate to be roped into anything else).
Phone up and resign as Treasurer of Justice & Peace Committee at church, as it will clash with bellydance teaching. Bludgeon catholic guilt into submission.
Go to Halfa meeting and sneeze soggily into large handful of tissues all night.
Stay up till 2am fixing Halfa posters on comp and emailing to the others.
Wednesday: Up at 6am to send more emails and catch early bus to work. Rich is on bus so sit next to him and chat amiably all the way to work (and probably pass on cold virus).
KLTL still has cold. His involves occasional sniffing and sneezing and voice becoming a little huskier, and, incredibly, even sexier.
Mine involves runny nose, filling waste-paper basket with yucky soggy tissues and doing uncannily accurate impression of Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer. Life's a bitch. Feel grotty. He did share my box of tissues though :) *sniffles companionably*
Trek across city to teach first of evening classes in Bellydance.
OMG I'M A PROFESSIONAL BELLYDANCE TEACHER!!!!!!!! ahem *coughs*.
It went really well. I was expecting 8 students and 24 turned up (meep!) but I managed to sound confident and as if I knew what I was doing. I think my enthusiasm for the dance came across, and that helped a lot. Talked them all thru the warm-up, and showed them three basic steps and got them to try them out - they were all doing really well! Most beginners look a lot more unbalanced and off-kilter - I think my emphasis on getting the balance of weight in the right place was a good way to start (I've worked out my own theories of how to teach certain moves over the years, so it should be very interesting to see how it pans out.) Ran out of time on the one-to-one section so will have to catch up on that next week (and I'd been panicking earlier about getting thru the material too quickly!) I think I gave them quite a lot to get their heads around - there was a unanimous 'no' when I asked if they wanted to learn a fourth move this week, lol! - but they seemed remarkably enthusiastic and keen to get into it.
All in all it was a lovely experience :)
Having to hang about for inconvenient public transport connections wasn't so lovely tho - didn't get home till 11:30 pm :( Alan said I could have the car Wednesdays, and he and the girls will get the bus, bless him :) He puts up with a lot for my bellydance gallivanting around. *loves*
Thursday: Blooming hormones. And viruses. Have about four hours sleep. Wake too washed out and ill to go to work. Drag self out of bed to help get girls ready for school then go back to bed and sleep for 5 hours solid. Doze till early evening. Wimp out of smut-writing with Owl (Good God, I must be ill!)
Friday: School run. Mean to get all stuff ready for party but end up reading pr0n all day till time of next school run and have to scurry round shops with kids in tow. Rush into Woolworths 5 minutes before closing time and am made to feel so obviously unwelcome ('How dare you shop in here when we want to skive off home?' is the unstated but blatant attitude) that I exit store within 2 minutes without buying what I came in for. Consider writing stroppy letter to manager.
Do more shopping, take girls to fish and chip shop for tea (rare treat for them), dash round supermarket to get party supplies, take eldest to school disco. Go to other supermarketto get stuff couldn't get at first supermarket. Youngest insists on driving trolley. Half-way out of town when have to do u-turn to deliver forgotten Hafla posters.
Get home and fill party goodie bags. Realise have mislaid wallet. Leave youngest and husband to finish party bags, collect eldest from school disco, go on quest to track down wallet.
Left it at 2nd supermarket checkout while distracted by offspring, but now have it back, Huzzah!
Spend all evening baking, chatting to Owl online and downloading Vertigo.
U2 WERE ON TOTP TONIGHT AND I MISSED IT, GODDAMMIT!
*pouts*
Am seized by panic that will be left out of loop for U2 tour and will not get any tickets, so spend ages pottering about on the U2 sites to see what the latest is.
Vertigo, yay! *beams*
Crawl to bed about 2am, leaving kitchen like disaster area.
Saturday: Woken up way too early by offspring demanding breakfast and telly. Bake furiously. Inwardly curse neighbours' children for cluttering up my kitchen while I'm busy. Issue directions to husband to wrap up parcels for pass the parcel with sweets in each layer. Appears to take him two hours to do this. Frantically collect everything together at last minute for party.
Arrive at hall 3 mins before guests. Persuade rowdy boys not to burst all balloons.
Scurry about getting everything ready. Fellow parents take pity and help out.
God bless the magician. Anyone who can keep that many kids that enthralled for 45 minutes deserves every penny.
Feed kids. Organise Pass the Parcel. Husband has left sweets out of parcel wrappings *rolls eyes*. Turf kids out into playground. Attempt to reconcile children with their respective party bags, not aided in endeavour by neighbours' kid 'helping' by disappearing off with half the party bags.
Clear up. Invite F's godparents back for coffee (hoping they will refuse, considering the current state house was left in, but feel obliged as they came a long way and they're good friends). They accept. Damn. K is lovely but has not even a nodding aquaintance with tact and will not hesitate to comment on state of house. Arrive home and lock self in bathroom to valiantly tackle the worst of the dirt, or at least what can be accomplished in 5 minutes). Scrub off worst of mess and then give up. Thank God they never make it as far as the kitchen.
Drink tea, chat, open presents with F, make list for thank-you notes. Say goodbye to godparents & their infants.
Tidy up. Play Ludo with girls, get them off to bed (finally!).
Make and eat pizza. Slump in front of comp.
I think I could sleep for a week.
