Catie went to London to do a podcast, so I was mainly parenting today and Tuesday is a tough one, with both kids having swimming lessons in the same distant pool, but at different times, so school drop off (and dropping Catie off in Hitchin), 30 minutes of writing in Caffe Nero, then picking up Ernie from school, going to swimming, going home for lunch, playing for an hour, picking Phoebe up from school, going to swimming, killing 25 minutes til the lesson starts, home for dinner, TV/iPads, bath and bedtime. That’s my day. Maybe I should start doing podcasts on Tuesdays.
Aside from the exhaustion I actually rather like a weekday where I have to basically give myself over to parenting. The kids are mainly fun to hang out with and I get lots of cuddles from the little one and loving sarcasm from the big one. And I think all this activity tires Ernie out at least, because I managed to get him down to bed whilst Phoebe was still in the bath, making my job a lot easier. But the stress made me eat loads of junk and there wasn’t time to exercise (and my back is still too dodgy to risk it anyway).
I don’t know if I am feeling run down because of the kids or the booster jab, but I suspect it’s the former.
On the way to swimming session 2, the kids said they wanted a baby sister (and Ernie is still insistent that he’s about to have a baby himself), but I quite strongly feel that I don’t want to have another baby. Then every now and again think it might be nice to. Maybe I should have got them to take both balls off just to stop that ridiculous part of my brain that’s considering it, just at the point where we’re through the worst of it all.
I relaxed by playing myself at snooker (up in the usual places on Wednesday) and watching a bit of TV and then for some unfathomable reason eating some chocolate just before bed time (I thought I’d managed to kick that habit again). But the endorphin rush didn’t stop me falling asleep before my wife was home. I was so tired that she didn’t really even wake me up when she staggered in from her job of getting drunk. How has she managed to wangle all of this?