I think there comes a tipping point, for my weekly calendar. One moment it’s all plain sailing. Auto pilot engaged. The next, I’m in full organization overdrive mode. Ping pong bats in hand*, I direct and remind. Deliver and do. Repeatedly. I suspect it ties up with a certain percentage of writing covering those little day squares. Yes, little squares. My tactic. Prevents too much being added. My motto is that if it’s not on the calendar, it’s not happening. Little squares equal less room for writing. Of course, writing has been known to shrink….
Saturday, Eldest and Mr TTC headed up to London for a university visit. We did wonder if the Brexit protest marches would hamper the journey, but London is a big place. They seem to miss it. Eldest tried out a few taster sessions, while her father made the most of being on the doorstep of the British Museum, which oddly has been cropping up as adverts on my social media ever since. Never before. Funny that….
*Not really, but I often wonder if it would help.
Sunday, we headed off to visit family. Squeezing in a trip to buy football boots and trousers.
The rest of the week has been carried on in the same vein. Forms to fill. Deposits to pay. Different kit required. After school activities switching days to confuse me. Last parents evening for Eldest, which is monumental in itself. Also the week all teachers need to squeeze in last tests, it seems. I acted as chief cheerleader too. They can do it.
In between, I’ve been processing the garden produce. Storing and preparing. My freezer and pantry shelves are looking impressive. I have five pumpkins waiting to find a more suitable storage place than by the garden door. Is it just me or does that area of the house, which is just by the outside door, sum life up too well? Bags in background are now gone. They were the result of recycling textiles. Wet garden clogs for those quick jobs outside. Geraniums brought in ahead of the frost. Scooter not put away. Again. Never ending cleaning required.
I know I’m not alone.
So where am I going with this one? And what is the blog title about? Quite simply, the children break up for half term holiday today. A week and a bit of no school. Time to regroup and fill in all the forms, we are yet to tackle. Thank goodness it’s half term (TGIHT).