Sunday, 20 September 2009

An excess of expats?

Excess of choice perhaps a better description (but not quite as satisfactory as a title).

My brother and sister-in-law, back in the country after a month in Australia, and just for a few short weeks before moving to Tanzania. Hello, yes I'm talking about you. No blog to link to yet, watch this space. And remember, you heard it here first.

And my friends Martin and Hazel, here from Argentina for just a few days.

Combine driving to Hertfordshire to see M and H with being on duty at Scramblers makes for a very disjointed and probably boring blog enty. But given the number of messages I had when I missed posting last week, I thought I ought to put something up here.

Oh - I'll leave you with a thought from Scramblers (church for 3-4 year olds).
Leader "Right, children, today's story is about a man called Matthew"
Voice from the mass of children "There's a boy called Matthew in our kindergarten"
Leader "That's nice, is he your friend?"
VFTHMOC "Not really, he broke my nose"
Leader "Right, children, today we're going to learn about a different man called Matthew".

Combine that with one small visiting child dressed up as Snow White (hello, yes, I'm still talking about your family), one small boy throwing a screaming howling tantrum because he wanted a fake currant bun (and then a nap with his muslin), one small girl crying for Mummy, one large boy shouting just because he can, three spilled drinks and one toddler plumping himself down into the ensuing puddle, the inevitable constant trickle of wee children needing to trickle their own wee, and one thing's for sure, it wasn't a boring morning.

Tired now though - and a silent household meaning that despite the late night (some children weren't in bed until past seven o'clock!), everyone has settled and I should probably join them.



sarah bess said...

Oh my gosh--seven o'clock! Our girls' language tutor doesn't even come until 7:30, and that class is an hour and a half. I'm thrilled if my kids are asleep by ten. Of course, homeschooling means I can start school at ten a.m. if I want. This culture fits my body clock better than Britain or the US, for sure.

Tia said...

urg - don't think I could cope with that!

Our day starts officially at 7AM when our morning carer arrives, although Mog and I are usually awake before that, and our little TA kid considers 6AM to be a lie-in.

The school bus comes sometime around 8.30, school starts at 8.40 for one child and 8.45 for the other, and finishes at 3.10/3.15.

Little Fish has been going to sleep at around 5 on a school night; Mog stays up later but is usually in bed by 7 - not always asleep though. I then have a bit of time to potter around and aim to get into bed before Mog wakes up (which she goes through phases of doing, with fiendish timing, just as I switch off my bedside light).



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