running smelly, late, ugly, wet and well
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.
