A day of deformed carrots and impaled Yorkshire puddings. What more could a man ask for? The tiredness from last night resulted in a brilliant long lie in every room this morning. I took that as a sign it was going to be a fantastic day, and so it proved to be.
Sundays always seem to get faster and faster as the inevitable start of the working week hurtles towards us. But I’m the eternal optimist and am therefore sure it’ll be a good one. It will only take until 10.30am tomorrow to correct that nonsense!
Right, here we go with the top 5:
1. I have to start with my DIY escapades and attempt to fix our washing machine. I can’t help but feel that in most other households it wouldn’t have been a big deal at all, but here it was an operation with military precision including a trip to B&Q with E. I am delighted to report that all went incredibly well and the leak has been stopped, water hose replaced and everything plumbed back in. It even works! Fingers crossed there isn’t a second act to this particular play. 🔧
2. I decided to head out for my first run of the week this morning. Obviously I’d picked the first rainy day of the week because nothing blows the cobwebs away like a run in the rain! It was actually pretty good although a tad strange not having a challenge or goal to aim for. I guess I could just relax and “enjoy” it although that doesn’t seem to be quite the right word. I did get to wear my new GNR top which brought a smile to my face. Definitely rather do a 5k than a half marathon! 🏃♂️
3. Whilst our Sunday dinner was being prepared I witnessed one of the most effective and intimidating interrogations imaginable. It wasn’t even on tv! It started with a message on the school mums group about one of E’s classmates having cut her fringe. Apparently there had been some issues at school with the kids using scissors inappropriately which we knew nothing about. Before I knew it Mammy had broken E and confessions came tumbling out. She’s tried to cut her dress but it was too thick. She lent her scissors to someone else to cut their hair. She’s actually cut her own hair. I mean the FBI would have been proud – there was certainly no “good cop” involved. Suffice to say the law has now been laid down. ✂️
4. We had a gorgeous Sunday dinner together and it was nice to sit as a family. Steph continues to produce amazing Yorkshire puddings! As soon as she finished E immediately asked for pudding and we were explaining that not every meal, every day needs to have a pudding at the end. She seems to get a lot of sweet so we said to her that we’d start reducing when she has pudding and maybe just have one a day. Knowing that she gets pudding as part of her school dinners, she immediately said that she’d speak to her teacher and say she wouldn’t have puddings at lunchtime. Bless her, clearly her home puddings are better (or bigger, or sweeter!) Of course she ended up having a mince pie tonight – new eating rules always come in on a Monday remember! 🥧
5. I was trying to get the little man ready for bed and his running nose continued to be a problem. I shouted over and asked E to bring a tissue which she did with only a little protest!
“But why Daddy?”
“So I can clean his nose.”
“But I clean my nose by eating my snot. It tastes lovely.”
“That’s disgusting sweetie. You should use a tissue.”
“But I need to do it Daddy so I can clear my nose out so there’s more space for new bogies.”
Help me!!!!! 🤧
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