Day 173 – Back to it

The boy starts Dodgeball Academy training again this evening for the first time in 6+ months.

We’ve already noted that for kids – despite our best plans and their best adaptability – returning to things that were routine and normal before isn’t always straightforward in this con-Covid world.

Going back to something you did before after a long period of time away is always a bit weird. But when you underpin your foundations for dealing with that weirdness on your experiences BTV and everything is now suddenly completely different – well, it takes some getting used to.

Add to that, the fact that it will affect everyone in different ways and everyone will have different ways of dealing with it, and there’s no simple answer, limited preparation you can offer as a parent (save to say that you know it’s going to be a bit odd) and no “one size fits all” solution.

I’m hoping that things do go well this evening, that parents and students support one another and that the group leader treats them all with kid gloves on this first time back. A bit of empathy and understanding goes a long way to making these things so much easier.

Kids, though…

Every Monday morning for the past ten weeks, I have had to drag my teenage son from his bed at 6:30am to get ready in time for school.

This Monday morning, with no need to get out of bed at all, he was in our room crashing the code into the burglar alarm panel at 6:25.

Sometimes, I just don’t understand.

In other news: no lie-in for me today.

It’s happened again

Now. Let me get this straight.

The week is for working, the weekend is for chilling and relaxing.
If I remember correctly, the above statement paraphrases Henry Ford.

Yes, the car guy.

It isn’t working for me right now, Henry. I mean, I’m getting the first bit ok – that’s going really well.
But by the end of my weekends… I need… a weekend.

It’s been fun, it’s been busy.

I’m exhausted.
I’m going to bed.

Last times…

Last time we were on the Isle of Man, it rained. It rained a lot.
It very rarely stopped raining. And then we went to Sheffield in it rained some more.

Now I know that the UK (of which the Isle of Man isn’t part), has a bit of a reputation for this kind of thing, but the summer of 2012 was unprecedented in its raininess. There were literally a couple of nice days during our entire three week stay. The Flickr collection I made is testament to this.

We deserve better this time.

Of course, I not forgetting that we did get better back in 2009. The holiday where I regularly ended up taking our toddler son out (not in an assassination kind of way) at 6am before he woke up the whole household because he’d forgotten how to sleep:

This one was taken at the Calf Sound, where there was only us, some rabbits, some seals and a small yacht.

He’s twelve now, and does sleep occasionally. I’m hoping that this holiday is one of those times.

3am eternal

Well, 3:03am to be exact. I was awoken from a troubling dream about Douglas Carswell complaining about a pontoon bridge. Scary stuff.
It was our 7-year-old daughter, calling from her room next door. I went through to see what the problem was.

“Well, there are three things actually, Daddy.”

I raised an eyebrow in the near darkness.

“Go on.”

“Firstly, I had a bad dream,”

Well, as you’ll just have read above, I knew all about that. I chose not to ask if Douglas was involved in her nightmares as well. I simply didn’t want to know.

“Oh dear, but it’s gone now you’re awake. What else?”

“I need to go to the loo, and also, I’ve been time-travelling.”

At this point, she indicated her clock, which said 3:03.

“Before, it said 3:37. Now it says 3:03. So I’ve been time-travelling.”

Kids, hey? They’re nuts. But it was the middle of the night and I needed to get back to the House of Commons.

I took her to the loo, and then tucked her back into bed at exactly 2:58am.

Sorted.

 

 

 

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