Monday, 10 August 2015
Monday, 27 July 2015
Yarp. Thought I might hold out until my eldest was 13 but didn't quite make it that far. He now has a mobile phone. Nothing fancy a pay as you go Samsung phone. He is now at an age where he will need to go out and about on his own and it does make me feel better that he can text to say "I've arrived".
Having said this, we all managed to get to school without running into a pay phone and telephoning our parents to say we've arrived back in the 80s. Lets be frank though - back in the 80s parents didn't give a shit if you got there or not. You didn't get taken to after school clubs, swimming lessons, various activities, days out and were grateful if you got taken on holiday. I started holidaying on my own from age 16 imagine that now. By 18 you were kicked out of home and told not to come back. Parenting is now serious business and whilst I do so enjoy it - I reckon back in the 80s no effort was required. Did that make us more resourceful? Only time will tell. It certainly made us more active. But doesn't every generation think the one after them are doomed to fail?
Now, my son's phone beeps at an alarming rate as he's now able to message his friends on a regular basis. It is surgically attached to his hand. Mmmm pot and kettle as my son pointed out so is mine. He was quickly taken down - I switch mine off after bedtimes and I am the keeper of the home and all play dates. Without my phone sunshine you'd have no friends come over, activities and anything else for that matter.
However, last week, the whole phone thing failed dramatically. The 'safety net' of the phone has been proven, in spectacular fashion, that it does not actually give you any reassurance nor does it prevent anything bad happening to your child. My theory was, in the event (unlikely I know) of my child being abducted on his 3 minute walk to his local secondary school, I would be alerted to this fact by the absence of a text. Time is of the essence don't they say when it comes to disappearances. So with that logic in mind I would be able to alert the authorities quickly and know within a very short period of time that my son hadn't reached school.
But add this to the mix. My son is a tit in a trance at times. He is very bright but is also extremely impractical and forgetful. He had attended a holiday (bus man's) camp for his new school. The deal was he would text me when he arrived. I took my other two to an intensive swim course and realised at 9.20 am I hadn't received a text. Did I alert the authorities? No. Did I ring the school? No. I assumed that he had forgotten and I also didn't want to embarrass him (and myself) by ringing the school to see if he had arrived. I couldn't get a signal at the pool in any event. So there you have it the whole safety net blown out of the water. The thing is, had my son been abducted, he would have naturally thought "my mum will be phoning the police and I'll be rescued". No, mum wouldn't have done that son. See above.
Turns out he didn't forget I just didn't receive the text! What are the odds on that? So the phone is here to stay and the confusion and worry no doubt.
In other pressing matters on the diet front - I have been pretty much armchair bound watching The Tour De France - another fantastic tour this year. Frommey was awesome as were the rest of the team, in particular, Geraint Thomas. Shame about the spectators behaviour but thankfully that's just a small minority. Anyhow, my knee is much better I would have rested it for 2 weeks Wednesday.
I have lost -1lb over nearly two weeks is it? I feel a bit out of shape though I really miss the running. I'm sorry I haven't blogged much. It can get a tad busy with the kids off but I will be back this week.
See you soon.
Wednesday, 15 July 2015
Urgh - still the same. I haven't exercised for one whole week. It was exactly a week ago that my knee went whilst running. So, I have decided to rest it. I did, however, do a small bike ride with the kids on Sunday so not exactly no exercise. Speaking of which the Tour De France is back on!! I tell anyone who will listen to watch it. Even my parcel guy he joked today that I'd be on his case if I don't watch it. Its such a fabulous sporting event. Another item to be added to my bucket list is to follow the tour from start to finish. My husband says he'll be dead by the time that will happen i.e when the kids are old enough to be left/take with us without disrupting their schooling.
In fact, he made a valid point in that "why is it you can only do the things you want to do when you're dying?!" True though isn't it. If you were given X amount of days left to live you'd dig out and dust down that bucket list and start ticking. Having said this, there's not much more on my bucket list - my greatest pleasures are the small moments - the hazy days lounging around in the garden mucking around playing table tennis and the like. Not to mention the sense of self satisfaction I get from printing off my family photos and finally getting around to put them in their allocated albums. Told you its the simple things in life for me!
Anyhow, back to my 'injury' - having met up with my friend Tash who I only get to see once a year what with her living in Hong Kong and all - she insisted I get a foam roller. She said its worked wonders for her back and by all accounts its great for stretching out your calf muscles and the notorious IT band. I'll give it a whirl this evening. In addition I bought a little strap that by all accounts, with the reviews on Amazon, does wonders for 'runners knee'. Expect a miraculous recovery tomorrow. I'm going to try a little run after drop off. In addition, my son is back into his cycling and wants to practise on the nearby park so I will go out with him as he keeps pestering me that he needs to practise for a competition next week.
As ever, the summer holidays - all 7 weeks of them - are a danger zone when it comes to weight loss. I can't wait for the kids to break up on Friday at 2pm. Its a bit bitter sweet as it'll be my eldest last day at primary. I think I may need some tissues during his final assembly. I am so proud of him. He adapted really well when I moved him to a different school and he passed his SATS with all 5's and a 6 in Maths. My daughter is also thriving and moves into Year 5 and little Buddy will be in Year 1.
I'm quite excited by the whole Secondary stage - its totally new to me and a different chapter in our family unit.
There's still lots going on at school - class parties, pool party, leavers disco, teachers card/presents, assembly, met the new teachers etc etc.
Right, off to log my fitness pal and plan my exercise for next week. I need to lose another stone preferably before September. I have a choice of two lovely dresses for my 6 year anniversary next week.
Ta Ta for now
Thursday, 9 July 2015
|My latest edition to my sandal family. Couldn't resist!|
Well not quite a pop but a sharp pain which was enough to stop me in my tracks - a bit like when a footballer pulls up immediately when they've torn a hamstring. Yes that kind of pain! I knew it! I knew that running would be no good for all my joints but I bowed down to pressure and went for it anyhow. Now, its not everyone else's fault as clearly no one forced me to take up the C25K challenge and I did feel I have eased into it rather than getting injuries etc.
Tuesday, 7 July 2015
How's about this then. This did horrify some of my fellow facebook friends when I posted it as my status. However, it did genuinely make me laugh out loud - literally for once - not an internal chuckle that people mistake lol for together with "oh that's nice" when I saw it for the first time. As you can see, this lovely family photograph has something missing, my head! My daughter's handy work. This is the result of my telling her off for treading blue plasticine into my rug. Fair comment I'd say and my daughter thought his was a fair response.