This year Emma is in the school band and you've guessed it, the instrument chosen for her is the trombone! Oh my glory - what a sound for sore ears!!!! Even before her first lesson she's been marching round the house, Hugo in tow, blasting away boom, toot, blah....
My morning sessions from 7am are a very tight squeeze with this new arrival: Hugo - breakfast, 20 min session on reading, free play; Emma - breakfast, 30 min session each on maths, piano and trombone. Even with my bad maths, I know that three lots of 30 mins won't fit into one hour!! Thankfully at 8am the other grandparents arrive for dressing and taking to school, with both kids now riding their scooters + wearing helmets and carrying backpacks weighing a tonne.
Add to the above scene Navi, Poppy, Cupcake, Fluffy, Possum, Pussy, or whatever her name is and Muffy hissing and squarking at each other. It won't be long before poor Nanny is carried off to the asylum.
She now has to fit in a 45-min swim, 5,000 steps on the fitbit, French lesson preparation for 5-yr-old Chinese child prodigy with Emma and Hugo tagging up the rear in the 4pm lesson (after she's walked to the school for 3:10 pickup of scooter-riding grandchildren).
Not to mention dusting, vacuuming, filling dishwasher, showering, dressing, reading the paper, doing the crossword, a few hours on ancestry, shopping, etc, etc.
All this after 3 to 4 hours' sleep, which seems to be my lot these nights.
My morning sessions from 7am are a very tight squeeze with this new arrival: Hugo - breakfast, 20 min session on reading, free play; Emma - breakfast, 30 min session each on maths, piano and trombone. Even with my bad maths, I know that three lots of 30 mins won't fit into one hour!! Thankfully at 8am the other grandparents arrive for dressing and taking to school, with both kids now riding their scooters + wearing helmets and carrying backpacks weighing a tonne.
Add to the above scene Navi, Poppy, Cupcake, Fluffy, Possum, Pussy, or whatever her name is and Muffy hissing and squarking at each other. It won't be long before poor Nanny is carried off to the asylum.
She now has to fit in a 45-min swim, 5,000 steps on the fitbit, French lesson preparation for 5-yr-old Chinese child prodigy with Emma and Hugo tagging up the rear in the 4pm lesson (after she's walked to the school for 3:10 pickup of scooter-riding grandchildren).
Not to mention dusting, vacuuming, filling dishwasher, showering, dressing, reading the paper, doing the crossword, a few hours on ancestry, shopping, etc, etc.
All this after 3 to 4 hours' sleep, which seems to be my lot these nights.
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Love it - reminds me of when our Jonathan decided to learn the trumpet, Philip threatened to do it some serious damage if he didn't stop and Roy and I became so desperate we decided to stop paying for his lessons: all came to naught as he decided the trumpet hurt his mouth and decided to forgo his future career in a jazz band. Phew!
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