I didn’t set an alarm today, so had a lie in of sorts. The only downside to this is that, when I do open my eyes, I am immediately met with demands from the happy little people and I feel resentful as I am not fully awake. The happy little people have been up for a while and have sorted themselves out with breakfast, there is a trail of it from the dining room to the kitchen. Child One is glued to his phone screen and I’m half way through my first cup of tea and there are pleas to go to our local park as there is a really special Pokemon to collect. I’m not dressed, nor are the happy little people, it takes us 20 minutes to get out of a door when we are fully clothed. Consequently, by the time we are ready the special Pokemon has disappeared and Child One is sulking like a teenager that’s been asked to tidy his room. Note to self, don’t have a lie in, it’s not worth it.
I go back to my cup of tea and browsing the internet, guilty pleasure a little perusal of clothing websites. Not that there is anywhere to wear clothes to at the moment. I seem to spend a lot of time in clothing that I could do a yoga class in as that seems to be the new normal for me. 30 minutes later there is another special Pokemon, same place. We all get dressed and out the door, we hot foot it to the park and Child One get’s his wish. While we are there I gently attempt running across the football pitch to the other side. Then I run back. I used to run 5km twice a week, but it’s been a few years since I have run properly. I’ve never managed to re-build the stamina and have enough energy to run regularly again. Not sure how I did it the first time to be honest, the kids were really young at the time. I run back to the other side, and again, I don’t collapse, nothing hurts. Although I’m out of breath, it feels good. Maybe this is how I run, across a park/field rather than putting myself under pressure to run a 5km route. We head back, me sweating, Child One happy, Twins moaning. I distract the Twins, by suggesting they grab a piece of long grass to wave at Cat, perhaps he would play. So they do. Of course, they squabble over who’s is longest. We get home and Cat obliges them and enjoys practising his hunting skills, pouncing and chewing at the end of it. The girls interpret this as him wanting salad so when he’s wandered off bored of them, they place the grass on his treat plate, no doubt Cat will be delighted when he finds it later rather than a bit of tuna.
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