I’m sitting alone in my house eating my lunch.  It’s quite good.

I dropped The Boy at nursery at 1pm, and he wandered straight in, straight over to the music corner (which seems to be a favourite so far) and that was that.  I went in to say goodbye, got a half-hearted cuddle, he asked where his wee friend Andie was, and went over to find her.  I hope he’s ok.  I’m a bit worried about the toilet situation, as he’s funny about new toilets, and won’t even use the one in his gran’s house.  I hope he doesn’t have an accident, as he can get quite embarrassed about things.  Ah well, he has a spare change of clothes there, and the nursery teachers are used to it…

I can’t wait to pick him up and hear all about his first day on his own. Not quite yet though, I’m enjoying the serenity….

xxx

My little boy had his first day at nursery today.  I had to stay for the first session. (at the nursery’s request, not Callum’s!) It was a shorter session than normal as it was just an introduction, but he had an absolute ball.  They stagger the new starts so there was just Callum and another little girl starting today.  Us parents sat in a corner filling out forms while the kids went and did nursery type things, and quite honestly, I may as well not have been there for all Callum cared.  He disappeared into the music corner, and didn’t look back at me.  I had to physically remove him from the place at home time promising him he could come back tomorrow for a longer time and play more.

It was lovely to watch him play with the other children.  He’s only recently started interacting properly with children of his own age.  He’s always been very good with older children and adults, but has never really been bothered with smaller children, but it’s good to see him with his peers.  I wonder what kind of friendships he’ll form and with who.  There were 2 little boys today who he seemed quite friendly with.  I get the impression Callum could take them or leave them, but they seemed quite taken with him and followed him around the room, and he didn’t seem to mind.  He joined in at song time and did the actions to Old MacDonald and The Wheels on the Bus, he painted a picture, drew me a picture with (horror of horrors) felt tip pens, played with the fire engines, played some musical instruments and had a little play at the sand table.  All that in an hour.  Fun times when you are 3.

So tomorrow he goes off for a full session without me.  What will I do with my time?  EEK.  I feel a relaxing visit to Starbucks with a magazine and a Mocha may be in order.  Bliss!

Here he is in all his grown up nursery going glory. (He’s pulling a funny face, he doesn’t normally look that silly!)

I came across this site earlier: http://www.faceyourmanga.com and decided to have a go.

Here is MangaMama (alongside Non-MangaMama to compare):

Uncanny!

I’ve recently been told by a (now ex) friend that I lack respect, manners and empathy amongst other things, because I didn’t respond to a text message that I was sent the other evening while my 3 year old was ill. (bad cold and cough, woke up choking on his own phlegm, cue needing cuddled all night).  As it was, yesterday I was a zombie due to lack of sleep caused by said cuddling all night coupled with having a cling-on all day long, therefore didn’t think to even check my phone for messages.  All this was explained in my reply text along with 2 apologies (why the fuck did I apologise?  hindsight is a bitch) but it wasn’t enough apparently.  Oh and the end of the text message reply I got also has “fuck you and fuck off” on it, finishing it off nicely eh?  This person is apparently going through a really rough time at the moment, which I have tried to be sensitive to, and overlooked the last big ball of shite they threw at me last week, but I’ve had it now.  At what point did I become such a pushover to even think about having someone like that around me?  I’m all for helping friends in their hour of need, but when I consistently get nothing from a friendship but hassle, drama and downright abuse, it’s time to end it.  I’ve tried to end this before, but always succumb, and answer a text or email a few weeks later when we’ve both calmed down.  The thing is, it’s not me who is ever out of order, and I can see this clearly now, and I’m basically letting him get away with it, as it’s never mentioned again and he therefore thinks it’s ok to speak to me in such a condescending patronising way.  I bloody hate it.  So that’s me done, one less Christmas card to send this year.

Like most of the population these days, I use Facebook. Well, I’m a bit addicted to Facebook if truth be told.  I can’t help myself checking my page every time I see a computer/laptop/mobile phone.  Anyway, I use it mainly to keep in touch with friends and family that I live too far away to see regularly, and most recently, to use the discussion group feature.  This means that I have some random people on my list who I don’t really “know” in real life, but have maybe spoken to a handful of times on a discussion thread.  Tonight I saw on my news feed that one of these randoms had commented on John Doe’s* photo. The name rang an immediate bell, so I clicked on the photo which took me to an album, and as I scrolled through the album, there he is.  It’s the same guy who I used to know many years ago.  I actually went out with him for a couple of months when we first met, but saw each other semi-regularly afterwards because his best friend ended up marrying my best friend.  I thought that was quite cool and a wee bit freaky.  Add to the fact that the girl who commented on the photo in the first place has practically the same name as another of my best friends and it all just seems a bit spooky.

*Do I actually have to mention that John Doe isn’t the guys actual real name?  Nah, thought not.

I have inadvertantly found the stone sculptures that I was wondering about in this post. I was doing a search for EK photos, and this came up, how spooky!

They have been moved to the park beside the Dollan aqua centre, (or the Dollan baths, as it was in my day!). The park used to have a boating pond and a large  paddling pool in it, as well as a swingpark and a huige deathtrap climbing contraption that we called “the dome”, but I think they have all been taken away now.  I’ll need to take a walk down with my camera and see what’s there now.  It will be great to see Callum playing on the stones that I used to play on when I was little.

A nice simple one: do a Google search for “Yourname needs” and paste the first ten results!

Here are mine. The first one is the most accurate:

• Angela needs a new wardrobe

• Angela needs a miracle

• Angela needs to realise she’s hot property

• Angela needs very little advertising as most people come to her by personal recommendation

• Angela needs to learn how to contact the living

• Angela needs stand-by assistance with all ambulation and ADLs at the center

• Angela needs to turn 13 more or gain 303 more Werewolf points to reach the next level: Lightning Werewolf!

• Angela needs to be washed

• Angela needs a house with a roof

• Angela needs to eat more fibre and less fat to bring her cholesterol down

I had a few glasses of wine last night, and was a little fuzzy today as a result.  I get a bit clumsy and skatty when I have hangovers, although I thought I wasn’t too bad today.

Tonight after story time we were having our normal “what did we do today” conversation, and it went like this:

c - “Mummy made a steak today”

me -  “Did I? I made chicken for dinner, not steak.”

c -”No mummy made lots of steaks today. She said to dip my sausage in my soup, it wasn’t soup it was sauce!”

me - “Ohhhhhhh mistakes! yes, that was silly of me wasn’t it?”

c - “Yes. Andddd you said I had to sleep in my cot all night. Callum has a bed, not a cot, silly mummy…”

c- “ANDDDDD, you called my Diego cup my Dora cup, it’s a Diego cup!”

c - “ANDDDDDDDDDDDDD…”

me - “light’s out time”

I’m on the H2O tonight….

xx