Author: toughmotheruk

During the school holidays, my daughter and I decided to do the couch to 5 k challenge. To be honest, it didn’t take as much convincing as I thought it would.

Run One was a delight. We headed out the door smoothly (itself a miracle), and I only had one detour back to grab some water before we were on our way. I did stumble a bit when my daughter turned to me and said, “so mum, as we’re having some girl time, tell me do you have any regrets?”

Luckily, we meandered through that and made it home in one piece. Best thing she’d ever done apparently….

Buoyed up for our Second Run, it didn’t begin well. The socks were wrong, the shoes were sore, the t-shirt didn’t fit… but we finally made it out the door. To discover that it is possible to whinge constantly for 25 minutes. Then for my daughter to tell me she hadn’t had breakfast.

So, as this is a learning experience, we headed off for Run Three several days later, after breakfast, new socks, a borrowed t-shirt, and water in hand. This time she decided some music would help – by which she meant playing Descendents loudly from my phone. In public. With no headphones. At least this time, I was following behind her (to apologise to walkers trying to enjoy a nice, peaceful start to their day).

Run Four was not my proudest moment. I think my daughter may have a hitherto undiscovered skill in making the act of walking and running look like a cruel and unusual punishment. I obviously reacted in turn, such that the encouragement, cajoling and persuasion deteriorated to disappointment and threats of actual punishments… all still to the accompaniment of Descendants.

So why am I still putting us both through this? The only problem is now as well as Descendants and my daughter’s whining in my head, I also have my mother’s voice saying ‘you’ve started this, now you have to finish’.

So we’re coming up with a reward we will both enjoy to get us to Run Ten… stay tuned…

So for those in the UK, you’ll be able to attest that it’s been pretty hot recently. 30 degrees at 10pm is not ideal and we’re still waiting for those thunderstorms to hit.

So there has obviously been some feedback from the kids.

While most of it can be put in the “business as usual” category, there has been a consistent theme around why we don’t have any fans or air conditioning.

I explained we had applied the same economic analysis as Heathrow in determining whether to invest (or not) in snow removal equipment.

I was quite pleased with my response until my son pointed out that global warming means my underlying assumptions (that past performance will be an indication of future performance) were wrong.

The chief researcher may need to investigate further!

Home Primary Academy has closed for the summer. We’ve hung up the pencils (except for some sneaky timetables) and we’re having a break from work.

So much has happened in the last few months.

So the last few days have been about soaking up the quiet – sort of, as much as you can with two kids who seem to sense when you’ve snuck away. Their “mum” and “dad” sound remarkably like a lamb trying to locate it’s mother on the other side of the paddock.

Still, the moments are gold.

Breathing in the soft decay of the forest, the salty goodness of the sea, and warm grass wafting past as I lie in wait of the kids on the playground.

It’s good to get some space and soak up an English summer (not even a sign of sarcasm there).

With everything going on in the world, it has felt wrong to talk about some of the lighthearted happenings of parenting two growing children.

It has been a challenge to work out how best to talk to the kids about Black Lives Matter.

To talk to them about unfairness, prejudice, and the impact that can have on people’s lives.

Particularly when we are so lucky.

There have been tough times, but they have been like storms. Rough when you’re in the middle of them, but they pass and the sun comes out again.

I’ve never had to survive the daily downpour of doubt about my safety or that of my family, whether the names of my children could be a disadvantage, being passed over for a job because of the colour of my skin…

I can’t imagine how exhausting that is. The amount of resilience needed to keep going and pushing for more.

It’s definitely unfair.

So we’ve started talking about race.

But how do we make sure this time results in lasting change?

So 11, or is it 12…, weeks in, and it was time for a haircut.

Mine that is.

My husband was a bit dubious at first, but I managed to convince him it was easy and I could talk him through it without studying YouTube.

Firstly, we (I) decided to forgo the mirror.

Micro-management of the process would have led to unnecessary tension.

There was already enough of that as my daughter decided she’d like to try. We drew the line at that, so after a lengthy discussion, there was some flouncing.

Phase one was cutting the hair to the “right” length…

We settled on at least the same length all round.

Having regularly cut my sisters’ hair when we were growing up, I can confirm they sometimes ended up with shorter hair than they requested. So nothing too unexpected there… they might say a bit of karma!

Phase 2 was the layering, interspersed with a bit more tension with said daughter about how best to sweep up the hair now on the floor.

While not as relaxing as the full professional shampoo, cut, blow dry experience, I can also confirm I’ve walked out of hair dressers more disappointed. Does that amount to a glowing endorsement?!

After the past weeks of sameness, it definitely delivered a change!

Although, I rather suspect there could be a long queue for the hairdressers when lockdown lifts…

The kids and I went cycling the other day. Ten minutes in and it was so silent I had to turn to check they were still with me.

With previous outings, a cacophony of moaning, whinging, crying, and whining (I appreciate that is redundant, unnecessarily duplicative, and painful) started from the end of our road. That’s roughly 100 metres.

This time it was their idea and, apparently, that makes a world of difference.

It also gives time for reflection.

Mum, do you want to go into business with me?

My daughter threw the question at me on the way home.

After my son’s comment that running a business is expensive, he decided he wanted in on it too.

My daughter decided that meant interviews!

My son immediately launched his sales pitch (including discounts for multiple purchases). I was unflatteringly quickly removed from the recruitment process.

Turns out, I make a better client than partner.

However, my husband had the pleasure of being the first one of those in their bike cleaning business.

Unfortunately, there was a difference of opinion on the price. The kids went straight past debt collection. To mud slinging.

And that was the end of that.

I never thought I’d be saying this… but we got a pool.

Well, it’s more like a glorified paddling pool. But still.

It’s mostly due to my daughter’s sales job. It took me by surprise and, if I was an innocent bystander, would have been a joy to watch.

Day 1: Mum, I think we need a pool. You don’t have to say yes to it now, you just need to say yes to thinking about it.

Day 3: Mum, you know the pool, I’ve been thinking about it, and now we can’t have swimming lessons, it would be a good way for us to practice, and you know how you like us getting exercise. It would help with that too.

Day 4: Mum, the pool would also be a learning experience – we need to read the instructions and do maths to work out how much space and water it needs.

Day 6: (sending in Dad) It would be a good way to encourage the kids to spend time outside (doesn’t pushing them outside and locking the door achieve this?!). I think I’ve found one that would fit in the garden…

Day 7: The pool is purchased.

Day 9: The filter arrives.

Day 14: The pool arrives (finally). My daughter has been learning dilemma stories in English. Her dilemma for the day… do they jump in while the pool is filling, or wait until it’s full?

It was a short story.

So today is Star Wars day apparently. I didn’t get that memo but the force was with us a few weeks ago.

I suggested a quiz at work. Except, I got to Friday and hadn’t prepared the questions.

Coming downstairs between calls, I asked the kids whether they’d mind setting some questions. I suggested a Star Wars theme. ‘Why’? Ok then, fun facts about Britain?

Star Wars it is then.

I was a bit concerned when I read through the questions later – I managed a score of 4.
And that’s including the one I got which they said didn’t have a right answer… we managed to sort that out…

So we got to 5pm, and work colleagues were treated to the Quiz Show.

I’m not sure the like will ever be experienced again…

Including, my daughter kicking off with a classic anecdote… my colleagues all heard that I didn’t hug my family a lot, so she’d recommended I just pretend to give people a right hook and turn it into a hug instead…

And, of course, my son accidentally taking a slug of gin, instead of his lemonade.

So in case you need five minutes of diversion:

• Name 3 planets in Star Wars?
• Why is Star Wars called Star Wars?
• What colour was Luke Skywalker’s light sabre?
• Name 3 types of bad guy troops?
• Name 3 good guys?

… then it got a bit tricky, culminating in …

In how many parsecs did Han Solo’s ship do the Kessel Run?

So Home Primary has been on Easter Holidays this week. While we’ve not managed to get through the set curriculum yet, the kids managed to get a pass after cleaning their rooms on Monday.

They started strongly, with my son getting his head stuck in the clothes rack. Apparently while looking for a plug. Admittedly, this was to vacuum the floor for what might have been the second time in his life.

My daughter then got her tongue stuck to an ice cube.

Lesson one: look with your eyes.

Wednesday saw us at the local park doing some shuttles – for all of about five minutes. My daughter then got stuck up a tree, while my son got my jacket caught on a neighbouring tree.

Our rule has always been if you go up, you must get yourself down.

I apologise to the neighbours for the resulting dawn chorus. 

Lesson two: work out how to get yourself out of a tight spot.

For some reason, my daughter has also started to panic when the kettle (or jug as it’s known in kiwi) boils. It‘s unclear what’s prompted this, but she is responding well to tea therapy – and I’m enjoying the fruits of her labour…

Lesson three: face your fear, then have a cuppa.

I might need one or two when school starts again tomorrow…

Wow.

We’ve just finished the last Lord of the Rings movie.

I was a bit worried to begin with about whether the kids were old enough at (almost) 8 and 10 to watch it.

We definitely had a bit of pause and hide as we worked our way there and back again with the Hobbit.

With the Lord of the Rings, I noticed a more scientific approach…

Who do you think would win between the Romans and the Orcs?

Who do you like more, the dwarves or the elves?

Why do hobbits have such hairy feet?

Can we have breakfast, second breakfast, elevenses, lunch, afternoon tea, dinner, and supper? I suspect I might be part Hobbit when only one of those seemed unreasonable…

It‘s kept us all entertained over the last six weekends (they tried to sneak in a Thursday viewing but they were told not to be hasty) – a constant in a world of change.

There’s not many movies that can each take care of Friday, Saturday and Sunday night viewing (extended versions all the way).

The next adventure – working out what’s next! Ideas please!