I need a timeturner.
Sep. 30th, 2004 10:46 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
la_rainetteSo.
This is the timetable for Wednesdays, effective from this week:
The ideal Rainette Wednesday should look like this:
9:00 - drop off Froglet at her school. Ideally, Froglet lands at school at 9:00 when the bell rings. (drop off time is between 9 and 9:15)
9:15 - Drop off Tadpole at The Art Garage for her arts and crafts group
9:15 - arrive at Mumnet location for 45 minutes of fitness
10:00 - snack at Mumnet
10:15 - Mumnet Talk of the Day - cooking demonstration, flower arrangements *cringes* or general goofing around
10:15 - Pick up Tadpole from the Art Garage
11:15 - Mumnet ends - drive home
1:15 - Drop off Tadpole at playschool
3:45 - pick up Tadpole from Playschool
3:45 - pick up Froglet from school
4:15 - drop off Froglet at Eurythmics downtown
5:15 - pick up Froglet from Eurythmics
6:00 - arrive home and collapse on sofa while kids make dinner to thank their loving mom for being such a wonderful, devoted taxi-driver.
7:00 - kidlets brush teeth, take bath, put on nightclothes, tell each other a story and go to bed. ON THEIR OWN.
OK, so unless I have a timeturner it doesn't work without a few minor arrangements. So
This is how it went:
8:45 - Tadpole has first tantrum of the day because she wants Froglet to put her shoes on, most definitely Not Mom.
8:46 - One shoe is on. But where is the other one? Where?
8:47 - have sudden brainwave: shoe is in kitchen, where I left it after de-anting it Tuesday evening. I go get the shoe.
8:48 - Tadpole screams when I try to put the shoe on.
8:49 - Froglet comes back from the front yard, where she is petting the neighborhood cat, Buster, while our cat has a hissing fit.
8:50 - second shoe is on. "See, Mommy? She wanted me to do it", Froglet explains importantly.
8: 53 - kids are in car, bags are in car, coffee is in car, cat is still hissing, Buster is lying lazily in front of my car.
8:54 - get out of car, remove neighborhood cat from path.
8:55 - leave driveway
8:56 - wait in resignation as Enormous Truck can't quite manage to turn unless 20 cars back up a little.
8:59 - get stuck behind street car.
9:07 - drop off Froglet with a hasty kiss
9:16 - drop off Tadpole with a hasty kiss. Apologize profusely for being so late.
9:30 - arrive at fitness class.
9:31 - realize that have missed entire lovely warm-up process and arrived for muscle-crunching, hamstring-pulling hard work.
9:35 - try to follow class. Realize we all look like dogs peeing on lampposts and get hit by the giggles.
9:45 - entire unwarmed leg cramps up: roll on my back in pain.
9:59 - fitness instructor thanks us and leaves.
10:00 - look longingly at lovely, nutritious, well-deserved snack. Do not stop at table as have to pick up Tadpole. Watch wistfully as entire group of moms jump the snack table as if there's no tomorrow.
10:05 - Stop at croissants shop. Am not that heroic. My daughter needs a snack (yes, it is an excuse) and I deserve one too.
10:15 - Pick up Tadpole and her many crafts.
10:30 - Arrive back at Mumnet's to goof around with the mums
11:15 - go shopping for lunch
1:15 - drop Tadpole at playschool
1:30 - sit in dentist's chair
1:45 - listen in growing horror as dentist is unable to explain to his foreign assistant why you say "Do you have a question?" (and not "have you a question?"), but "Have you read this book?"
1:47 - kick in frustation as I am held down with my mouth wide open and he makes a mess of the explanation. "Am I hurting you?", he asks in concern. Yes, yes, you are, but only my ears, not my teeth.
2:10 - Am given a break during which I finally manage to lisp a passable grammatical explanation, to my great relief and that of the assistant, who was getting thorougly confused by the dentist's nebulous quasi-explanations.
2:11 - "Oh", exclaims the dentist as I lie back down, "it's a pity we aren't in a hair salon. We could work and talk at the same time". Also, would be getting my head massaged instead of my teeth fiddled with. That would be an improvement, I tell you.
3:15 - leap out of the office, without paying (no time for such details)
3:20 - grab an uncooperative Tadpole from the playschool playground and hoist her into the car.
3:30 - get jumped by an overenthusiastic Froglet, in a violent head-on collision. Am suddenly thankful for the anaesthetics, that has left me with a numb nose*
4:15 - drop Froglet at Eurythmics.
4:16 - tend to screaming Tadpole who wanted to go, too.
4:17 - take Tadpole out to run after the squirrels
4:20 - run back with Tadpole, straight to the bathroom
4:25 - go to the Royal Ontario Museum with Tadpole
5:10 - walk back from ROM without having actually made it further than the check-in. Tadpole is incensed, but the lady who checks us in knows us and loves to speak French, so we always spend some time chatting with her. Too bad this time we had no more time left to actually go into the museum once we were done chatting.
5:15 - get jumped by an overenthusiastic Froglet again. Hop about with a hand on my face and dimly register through the pain that my nose is no longer numb.
5:16 - run after Tadpole, who has taken advantage of the confusion to take off her shoes and socks, roll up her pants and make her way into the Eurythmics class (there is a class after Froglet's; Tadpole has hers on Tuesday morning, but she'd gladly go to all the other classes, too**)
5:30 - spend half an hour in a traffic jam due to road works I had forgotten about.
6:15 - stop at MacDonald's to buy unhealthy food, but there is no way I am going to cook tonight.
6:30 - arrive home. Set up table for kids. Collapse on sofa.
7:00 - go on Y!M, collar a few gentle souls and have a delightful chat with adults. *blows kisses to friendly people on Y!M*
8:00 - highlight of the day: find Tadpole blissfully asleep on the sofa. Send Froglet to bed.
9:00 - enjoy the evening. This is exceptional, for Tadpole is a night owl and never goes too sleep before 10:00 pm. I believe I have finally managed to tire her enough to make her sleep at a decent time.
To bad I am too tired myself to thoroughly enjoy the moment, though.
*the dentist was working on my front teeth. When I was 8, I was in a quite impressive car-crash that totalled our car and left me slightly injured, and my front tooth was slightly chipped. The fake piece of tooth that the dentist put in when I was a teenager finally came off about a month ago. So I was in dire need of a spare part. Ahem.
I was actually really lucky, as I realized maybe 10 years after the accident: I have a large scar on my left elbow (15 stitches), a tiny one on the corner of my mouth (3 stitches, but oh so painful), and my left forearm bears dozens of teeny tiny scars left by all the little pieces of glass that flew about when the window on my side of the car broke. When the truck hit my parents' car, I protected my face with my arms; I am left-handed: my left forearm was in front of my eyes... I was very lucky indeed. My parents came out slightly bruised, but otherwise fine.
** The Eurythmics class is about the most sensational music class for kids I have ever seen. It is for kids only (the parents are supposed to leave the kids with Wendy, the teacher), but I've been to the parent participation classes and they're great. I mean, the kids learn about music writing and reading, the dreaded solfège that all the French kids who go to Conservatory hate, and they have lots of fun. Wendy is a formidable teacher and person: I can't imagine her gushing or simpering, ever. To kids she meets for the first time, she would probably offer to play marbles. And then she would prove very competent, and wouldn't let them win. The kids respect and love her for that.
And this, I fear, is how my Wednesdays will be from now on. Unless I have a bookclub meeting in the evening, *sighs* and worse, a bookclub AT MY HOUSE. So I'll have to provide food and refreshments when I cant even see/think/walk straight anymore. GAH!
Thank you![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
terrylj for the lovely and apt icon. *blows kiss to Terry*
This is the timetable for Wednesdays, effective from this week:
The ideal Rainette Wednesday should look like this:
9:00 - drop off Froglet at her school. Ideally, Froglet lands at school at 9:00 when the bell rings. (drop off time is between 9 and 9:15)
9:15 - Drop off Tadpole at The Art Garage for her arts and crafts group
9:15 - arrive at Mumnet location for 45 minutes of fitness
10:00 - snack at Mumnet
10:15 - Mumnet Talk of the Day - cooking demonstration, flower arrangements *cringes* or general goofing around
10:15 - Pick up Tadpole from the Art Garage
11:15 - Mumnet ends - drive home
1:15 - Drop off Tadpole at playschool
3:45 - pick up Tadpole from Playschool
3:45 - pick up Froglet from school
4:15 - drop off Froglet at Eurythmics downtown
5:15 - pick up Froglet from Eurythmics
6:00 - arrive home and collapse on sofa while kids make dinner to thank their loving mom for being such a wonderful, devoted taxi-driver.
7:00 - kidlets brush teeth, take bath, put on nightclothes, tell each other a story and go to bed. ON THEIR OWN.
OK, so unless I have a timeturner it doesn't work without a few minor arrangements. So
This is how it went:
8:45 - Tadpole has first tantrum of the day because she wants Froglet to put her shoes on, most definitely Not Mom.
8:46 - One shoe is on. But where is the other one? Where?
8:47 - have sudden brainwave: shoe is in kitchen, where I left it after de-anting it Tuesday evening. I go get the shoe.
8:48 - Tadpole screams when I try to put the shoe on.
8:49 - Froglet comes back from the front yard, where she is petting the neighborhood cat, Buster, while our cat has a hissing fit.
8:50 - second shoe is on. "See, Mommy? She wanted me to do it", Froglet explains importantly.
8: 53 - kids are in car, bags are in car, coffee is in car, cat is still hissing, Buster is lying lazily in front of my car.
8:54 - get out of car, remove neighborhood cat from path.
8:55 - leave driveway
8:56 - wait in resignation as Enormous Truck can't quite manage to turn unless 20 cars back up a little.
8:59 - get stuck behind street car.
9:07 - drop off Froglet with a hasty kiss
9:16 - drop off Tadpole with a hasty kiss. Apologize profusely for being so late.
9:30 - arrive at fitness class.
9:31 - realize that have missed entire lovely warm-up process and arrived for muscle-crunching, hamstring-pulling hard work.
9:35 - try to follow class. Realize we all look like dogs peeing on lampposts and get hit by the giggles.
9:45 - entire unwarmed leg cramps up: roll on my back in pain.
9:59 - fitness instructor thanks us and leaves.
10:00 - look longingly at lovely, nutritious, well-deserved snack. Do not stop at table as have to pick up Tadpole. Watch wistfully as entire group of moms jump the snack table as if there's no tomorrow.
10:05 - Stop at croissants shop. Am not that heroic. My daughter needs a snack (yes, it is an excuse) and I deserve one too.
10:15 - Pick up Tadpole and her many crafts.
10:30 - Arrive back at Mumnet's to goof around with the mums
11:15 - go shopping for lunch
1:15 - drop Tadpole at playschool
1:30 - sit in dentist's chair
1:45 - listen in growing horror as dentist is unable to explain to his foreign assistant why you say "Do you have a question?" (and not "have you a question?"), but "Have you read this book?"
1:47 - kick in frustation as I am held down with my mouth wide open and he makes a mess of the explanation. "Am I hurting you?", he asks in concern. Yes, yes, you are, but only my ears, not my teeth.
2:10 - Am given a break during which I finally manage to lisp a passable grammatical explanation, to my great relief and that of the assistant, who was getting thorougly confused by the dentist's nebulous quasi-explanations.
2:11 - "Oh", exclaims the dentist as I lie back down, "it's a pity we aren't in a hair salon. We could work and talk at the same time". Also, would be getting my head massaged instead of my teeth fiddled with. That would be an improvement, I tell you.
3:15 - leap out of the office, without paying (no time for such details)
3:20 - grab an uncooperative Tadpole from the playschool playground and hoist her into the car.
3:30 - get jumped by an overenthusiastic Froglet, in a violent head-on collision. Am suddenly thankful for the anaesthetics, that has left me with a numb nose*
4:15 - drop Froglet at Eurythmics.
4:16 - tend to screaming Tadpole who wanted to go, too.
4:17 - take Tadpole out to run after the squirrels
4:20 - run back with Tadpole, straight to the bathroom
4:25 - go to the Royal Ontario Museum with Tadpole
5:10 - walk back from ROM without having actually made it further than the check-in. Tadpole is incensed, but the lady who checks us in knows us and loves to speak French, so we always spend some time chatting with her. Too bad this time we had no more time left to actually go into the museum once we were done chatting.
5:15 - get jumped by an overenthusiastic Froglet again. Hop about with a hand on my face and dimly register through the pain that my nose is no longer numb.
5:16 - run after Tadpole, who has taken advantage of the confusion to take off her shoes and socks, roll up her pants and make her way into the Eurythmics class (there is a class after Froglet's; Tadpole has hers on Tuesday morning, but she'd gladly go to all the other classes, too**)
5:30 - spend half an hour in a traffic jam due to road works I had forgotten about.
6:15 - stop at MacDonald's to buy unhealthy food, but there is no way I am going to cook tonight.
6:30 - arrive home. Set up table for kids. Collapse on sofa.
7:00 - go on Y!M, collar a few gentle souls and have a delightful chat with adults. *blows kisses to friendly people on Y!M*
8:00 - highlight of the day: find Tadpole blissfully asleep on the sofa. Send Froglet to bed.
9:00 - enjoy the evening. This is exceptional, for Tadpole is a night owl and never goes too sleep before 10:00 pm. I believe I have finally managed to tire her enough to make her sleep at a decent time.
To bad I am too tired myself to thoroughly enjoy the moment, though.
*the dentist was working on my front teeth. When I was 8, I was in a quite impressive car-crash that totalled our car and left me slightly injured, and my front tooth was slightly chipped. The fake piece of tooth that the dentist put in when I was a teenager finally came off about a month ago. So I was in dire need of a spare part. Ahem.
I was actually really lucky, as I realized maybe 10 years after the accident: I have a large scar on my left elbow (15 stitches), a tiny one on the corner of my mouth (3 stitches, but oh so painful), and my left forearm bears dozens of teeny tiny scars left by all the little pieces of glass that flew about when the window on my side of the car broke. When the truck hit my parents' car, I protected my face with my arms; I am left-handed: my left forearm was in front of my eyes... I was very lucky indeed. My parents came out slightly bruised, but otherwise fine.
** The Eurythmics class is about the most sensational music class for kids I have ever seen. It is for kids only (the parents are supposed to leave the kids with Wendy, the teacher), but I've been to the parent participation classes and they're great. I mean, the kids learn about music writing and reading, the dreaded solfège that all the French kids who go to Conservatory hate, and they have lots of fun. Wendy is a formidable teacher and person: I can't imagine her gushing or simpering, ever. To kids she meets for the first time, she would probably offer to play marbles. And then she would prove very competent, and wouldn't let them win. The kids respect and love her for that.
And this, I fear, is how my Wednesdays will be from now on. Unless I have a bookclub meeting in the evening, *sighs* and worse, a bookclub AT MY HOUSE. So I'll have to provide food and refreshments when I cant even see/think/walk straight anymore. GAH!
Thank you
terrylj for the lovely and apt icon. *blows kiss to Terry*
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Date: 2004-10-01 07:18 pm (UTC)And re icons, were you thinking about something kinda like this?
If you want modifications, let me know.
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Date: 2004-10-01 08:45 pm (UTC)It's beautiful and so funny! (And poor Tadpole looks sa sad)
Thank you so much! and er, any way you could make a "didn't get any candy" icon, too, with the same picture? Please? Pleasepleaseplease? (Look! I speak Tadpolese)
How was the Celebration for Danae's birthday, BTW?
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Date: 2004-10-01 08:52 pm (UTC)Being as it was a school night, we just had pizza and a movie (she's not normally allowed TV on school nights); the party will be next weekend, a combined one for both of them.
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Date: 2004-10-02 12:47 am (UTC)Is Delenn having her Birthday soon too, then? Joint B'day party, wheeeeeee!
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Date: 2004-10-02 02:02 am (UTC)I have come to fangirl you.
I am in awe of you and make squeeky noises when I go to approach you, because you are the competent mother of two children, you're a professional success, you're polyglot in the way I want to be, and you make nougat glace and it turns out well and then you let your kids eat it.
*fangirls*
Je vous adore.
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Date: 2004-10-02 03:57 pm (UTC)Wow. Am being fangirled for the first time. *blushes furiously again*
Thank you, so much, for your kind words, and just so you know, I am always thrilled when you ping me, or comment in my LJ. And sometimes I want to ping you, and I just don't dare. *sheepish grin* So this comment made my day.
(And the nougat glacé is so unbelievably easy, I fell like a great big phony (eveyone thinks it's heights of cuisine, and then it's ready in no time. I'll have to post the recipe one of these days)
Je vous adore aussi.
You guys have a fantastic week-end! *hugs*