Thank you all so much for your very nice comments and messages. It’s lovely to know the mundane goings on in the Low household manage to entertain so many people!
Like a lot of people we spent today waiting for the thunderstorms and were sorely disappointed. Well actually I was, but Steph was quite relieved as she isn’t a big fan of the old thunder and lightning. So basically it ended up being quite a nice day but I suspect we won’t be so lucky tomorrow with 90% chance of rain most of the day.
We definitely have the Friday feeling here and I hope you do too!! What made the top 5 though, I hear you cry? Read on to find out:
1. There was a stand out event today which I’ve been looking forward to all week, and it certainly didn’t disappoint. I was invited to an online whisky tasting session which started at 3.30pm. It was introduced as a nice, easy start to the weekend but with hindsight I think that was just a euphemism. My box of samples arrived a couple of days ago but I didn’t open it until this morning just in case I was tempted. I ended up with 5 bottles, each containing well over a double. By the time the tasting part of the session started we had just over half an hour so there was a lot more chugging going on than one should really do with whisky. It was really very good but it was strange doing it on a video call with 21 other people. Trying to get everyone to mute at the start was definitely a challenge. I was then extremely concerned by the guy who had opened all his bottles and knocked them back before the introduction was finishing. We were then treated to his webcam being directed at his crotch for half an hour before he logged off. These remain challenging times. 🥃
2. We had another relatively early start this morning with M making his weird wake up noises far earlier than he should do. I dragged myself out of bed and went to check on him. He was bloody delighted! You would think I’d just bought him a car or something. The only thing I was shocked about was the fact that when I checked on E she was still flat out. Whilst the rest of us slowly brought ourselves out of our slumber, M was putting together jigsaws, had his milk, juice and breakfast, watched two episodes of Bing whilst also watching Hey Duggie! on the iPad at the same time and had laughed 3 times (that I heard) as he launched his morning pumps. I sometimes wish I could be a 2 year old again! 🥱
3. After his second breakfast, M demanded a third and the only thing I was willing to offer was a banana. He does love a banana in the morning. Unfortunately he refuses to eat it in the kitchen and laid it perfectly in a bowl and carried it into the living room. By this point I’d already given up with him and let him go. Big mistake. I knew it was a big mistake but I didn’t care. He soon made me care. Now how a little boy can cause so much carnage with just a banana is beyond me. He appeared to try and suck it like an ice lolly but as he clutched it with both hands it slowly disintegrated. He then (for reasons only known to himself) started to smear it all over his arms, his legs, his feet, the couch, the floor, the wall and the coffee table. If he wanted a banana smoothie he could’ve just asked! So fed up cleaning up after my kids!! 🍌
4. More food problems as the kids continued to snack without pause this afternoon. M helped himself to two boxes of raisins and bless him took one through to E. After that he made a trip back to the same cupboard and Steph assumed he was getting some more. Never assume when it comes to our kids! She discovered them sat in the living room having poured out an entire box of crackers onto the carpet and scoffing them 2 at a time. I’m not having panic attacks that we’re going to find some cheese hidden under one of the couches in a few weeks time once it has stunk out the house! 🧀
5. We’ve now heard from E’s school that she will be getting a new teacher when she returns and broke the news today. She took it surprisingly well and seemed to understand that as she gets older she will move up through the classes and get different teachers. We reassured her that she would still have all her school friends with her but didn’t need to worry as she took it in her stride. “Well Mammy, I’m going to grow up and go from class to class and then when I’m old enough I’ll go to Cousin W’s class and that will mean I’m an adult and then I can make decisions.” Who does she think she is?!? Making decisions when she is a teenager? Sounds like a dangerous mix if you ask me! 🤨
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