housekeeping item: joe - i am not able to leave you comments on your blog. any hints or does your blog hate typepad people??? i get plenty of bubbles but that's about it.
today magnificent and i went for a run at 6.45, just as the kids were emerging from their room. they were much amused to see us in our running togs, and i was hoping the sight of mummy and daddy being sporty would be a lasting memory. they would tell their kids, "ah yes, mummy and daddy taught us about fitness...."
instead of staring at us and fixing the sight of their parents into their ids, one of them raced to the door (with admirable speed) and shouted, "mummy needs smelly shoes, mummy needs smelly shoes!"
i'll smelly you, kid.
sebastian had his first day of school today. it was just an hour orientation session. we started the morning by having a coffee with daddy and then heading up to the school. there was no one to tell us where to go, what classroom, etc, so we looked around until we found his cubby, and once we had located the words sebastian caldwell, he popped his knapsack into the space and we walked into the nearest classroom. it was the right one. we waved goodbye and as he was rounding the door sebastian asked me if i "would be there to pick him up when class was over".
of course i replied.
i had arranged to go for a power walk with one of the other mums, and when she arrived to drop off her daughter, we headed off. i never wear a watch, and wasn't paying attention to the time, but i am a pretty fast walker...and we were walking, halfway there, and suddenly it was 11am and we needed to be at the school and were no where NEAR it. feeling like WE were the ones late for class, we started jogging, and kept this up until my body reminded me i had already been jogging this morning, so my friend called the school, and when we finally arrived (10 minutes late!!!!) our kids were waiting for us outside.
seb's face was fairly mutinous. he was sitting beside the teacher.
"mummy, why weren't you waiting for me like you promised you would be?"
well kitten, i did come and pick you up like i promised, but i was a bit late, and i am sorry for that."
thank goodness for wordsmithing. YIKES.
from there, still sweating, we headed to park n shop to pick up a few items. i was still wearing sweats, trainers, jogging bra and had peeled off my tee and had put on a fresh pinny over it. not a good look, muriel. but who cares, i am shopping, who will i ever see?
a fashion maven girlfriend i haven't seen for two years, that's who. she's a great girl who always looks one million dollars.
a few minutes ago, the kids jumped out of the bath and were prancing around pre towelling. sebastian suddently exclaimed, "we look like mummy and daddy after they have been running!" vast giggles from the rest of the crew, and suddenly they are all maniacs jogging on the floor, a la FLASHDANCE. this is my life.
and it's racing by quickly.
those kids are growing up too quickly....missing you lots
Posted by: Auntie Pammie | August 29, 2006 at 10:29 PM
Oh, the guilt for the late pickup! It only gets worse when there are three being picked up!
I have been genuinely late twice, and been one or two minutes late quite a few times. (In my defense, the teacher was not consistent with her dismissal times. Sometimes I thought I was on time or even early, but the door was already open and the kids anxiously looking for mum.)
Oh, the accusations, the baleful glares! "Mum, why weren't you here?" "We were ready and you weren't here!" "Mum, you were late! Did you get stuck in traffic?" etc. etc. for the next 10 minutes. Of course I offered profuse apologies to the teacher, and all three kids, along with lots of hugs. But they are quite capable of holding a grudge for a while. And then they tell the whole story over again to Dad at supper time. Sheeesh. Can't get away with anything!
It's so nice that you and Charles are able to go out for a run together. I wish I could take an evening walk with my husband, but somebody always has to stay home with the kids.
Posted by: SheilaC | August 30, 2006 at 12:30 AM
Lol I like the maniac song. Ava's birthday was today and she wanted cake so she was flapping her arms and running around yelling CAKE! CAKE! CAKE! Luckily I was able to get it on video. You are setting a good example I need to try and do the same.
Posted by: Cristy | August 30, 2006 at 11:04 AM
Oh tess - you had me laughing out loud at this one. !! priceless. From the smelly shoes to the fashionably late finale!! hysterical. thanks for sharing. . Oh wait! am I supposed to be supporting you.... ooops.. I do sympathize with the guilt pang you felt being late for Seb... along with the pang in your side for running too much I'll bet ;)
We also ALWAYS run into fashion plates when out in sweats - or in my case sometimes while gassing up the car still wearing stinky chaps and boots from the barn... lol
Posted by: sue stoltz | August 31, 2006 at 09:05 AM
Flashdance...that takes me back!
Posted by: Maggs | September 02, 2006 at 11:13 AM
Hi Tess - I completely understand the guilt of being late picking up one of the kids. I used to have Daniel in an afterschool program that ran until 6:00 pm, but it seemed even if we got there before 5:30 Daniel would still be the last kid left...and looking at us with a "How dare you make me be the last kid AGAIN!" look and not even a Hello or anything! I am very glad those days are over and now I just get that same type of look for being anywhere near the school except in my vehicle! HAHA!
Enjoy even the guilt ridden moments..they give you so much ammunition for when the angels get older!!
Later
Posted by: Lori in YK | September 09, 2006 at 03:39 AM