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A friday that feels like a saturday....
Apr. 14th, 2006 08:08 pmSo my holiday officially ended last night. Now, we're on to the Easter Weekend, which includes two Bank Holidays so I don't have to go back to work till tuesday. And to think I hadn't even planned it that way....
The only trouble with that is I now keep thinking it's saturday - especially as the things we've done today are typical of that day of the week.
Rowan and I had a lazy morning - not helped by the fact I had a bloody hard time getting out of bed. He played with his Lego digger while I read, waiting for Mam to call and let us know when we were heading up to see my sister. She didn't call till I was just about to serve lunch - pasta covered in melted butter, one of my comfort foods and a favourite meal of Rowan's.
We then spent a couple of hours up the Valleys, visiting with my sister and her family. I probably won't see them again for months now as they're moving to Dawlish, Devon in a couple of weeks. Mam's a little pissed; partially because they're moving away, partially because the date they're moving is the day before my brother's having my neice Katie christened. I suspect the moving plans had to be finalised before Gareth got around to letting everyone know when the christening was, as we've only known for a few days, but Mam's still irritated anyway.
After that we went back to Mam and Dad's for tea and I got my old Lego out of the garage. Rowan and I played on the floor for a couple of hours - he was racing the Lego men's bikes around the road tiles while I attempted to build a three storey house - before it was suddenly Rowan's bedtime. I was also suspecting that my search for the elusive corner roof-tiles was starting to get on my parents nerves, regardless of how quiet I was trying to be. So I asked Rowan to help me tidy up, and a row ensued which resulted in much tears and tantrums. Once I'd put the bricks away I dragged him home and put him straight to bed. Yet another night where I thank whoever that my upstairs neighbours are hard of hearing, as it makes me less concerned about what they might be thinking at all the noise. When Rowan and I are fighting, we're not particularly quiet. Tonight he was feeling so beligerant that he even crossed the street without me - something he never does normally - and then ignored me when I told him not to move another inch down the grass verge or he'd get a smack.
I love him to bits but there are times - especially on weekends - when I could take him to my parents house and just leave him there. At least overnight till I cool off. Trouble is, he seems to be at his worst at my parents house these days. Practically every time we're there I drag him home after a tantrum - I'm surprised they haven't stopped letting us stay the evening.
I didn't get all that much done over the last four days, not surprisingly. I've been feeling pretty burnt out, the last few months, and this week doesn't seem to have helped much. The place is a lot tider than it was last weekend, granted, but it's still not in any real order. And I'm still channelling The Sims game in that I feel like my comfort-meter is way down in the critical and I desperately need to be entertained. But no matter how much I wave my arm in the air and yell at the User, nothing seems to help.
On the upside, ABC-1 is finally showing season one of 'Sports Night' again - yay! Happy, healthy-looking Danny! Plus I finally got to see not only the episode of 'Due South' where we meet Maggie Mackenzie, Fraser's sister, but the first part of 'Call Of The Wild', where the original Ray Vecchio comes back! I was bouncing like crazy when I realised it was coming up - though I'm annoyed that part two isn't being shown tonight. Instead they're showing 'Jesus of Nazereth' and I have to wait till tuesday! *sulks* But at least after that they're re-running season one again. I love Cable sometimes....
After the heartening response I got to my Sports Night fic this week (Thank you Hilary for letting people know it was there - I was too nervous to post it on![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
inthetallgrass...) I've been contemplating posting one of the others I have on my hard-drive. The problem is that they're kinda samey, and I really don't think my scenes between Dan and Casey where they admit how they feel work very well. They sound too...I dunno, whiney? I'm not writing sodding Mills and Boon here, after all....
Oh, and I don't know whether I'm just extremely predictable, or a certain Liza from Canada has spies around me....*eyedart* She's demonstrated on several occasions that she knows me far too well.... *grins*
The only trouble with that is I now keep thinking it's saturday - especially as the things we've done today are typical of that day of the week.
Rowan and I had a lazy morning - not helped by the fact I had a bloody hard time getting out of bed. He played with his Lego digger while I read, waiting for Mam to call and let us know when we were heading up to see my sister. She didn't call till I was just about to serve lunch - pasta covered in melted butter, one of my comfort foods and a favourite meal of Rowan's.
We then spent a couple of hours up the Valleys, visiting with my sister and her family. I probably won't see them again for months now as they're moving to Dawlish, Devon in a couple of weeks. Mam's a little pissed; partially because they're moving away, partially because the date they're moving is the day before my brother's having my neice Katie christened. I suspect the moving plans had to be finalised before Gareth got around to letting everyone know when the christening was, as we've only known for a few days, but Mam's still irritated anyway.
After that we went back to Mam and Dad's for tea and I got my old Lego out of the garage. Rowan and I played on the floor for a couple of hours - he was racing the Lego men's bikes around the road tiles while I attempted to build a three storey house - before it was suddenly Rowan's bedtime. I was also suspecting that my search for the elusive corner roof-tiles was starting to get on my parents nerves, regardless of how quiet I was trying to be. So I asked Rowan to help me tidy up, and a row ensued which resulted in much tears and tantrums. Once I'd put the bricks away I dragged him home and put him straight to bed. Yet another night where I thank whoever that my upstairs neighbours are hard of hearing, as it makes me less concerned about what they might be thinking at all the noise. When Rowan and I are fighting, we're not particularly quiet. Tonight he was feeling so beligerant that he even crossed the street without me - something he never does normally - and then ignored me when I told him not to move another inch down the grass verge or he'd get a smack.
I love him to bits but there are times - especially on weekends - when I could take him to my parents house and just leave him there. At least overnight till I cool off. Trouble is, he seems to be at his worst at my parents house these days. Practically every time we're there I drag him home after a tantrum - I'm surprised they haven't stopped letting us stay the evening.
I didn't get all that much done over the last four days, not surprisingly. I've been feeling pretty burnt out, the last few months, and this week doesn't seem to have helped much. The place is a lot tider than it was last weekend, granted, but it's still not in any real order. And I'm still channelling The Sims game in that I feel like my comfort-meter is way down in the critical and I desperately need to be entertained. But no matter how much I wave my arm in the air and yell at the User, nothing seems to help.
On the upside, ABC-1 is finally showing season one of 'Sports Night' again - yay! Happy, healthy-looking Danny! Plus I finally got to see not only the episode of 'Due South' where we meet Maggie Mackenzie, Fraser's sister, but the first part of 'Call Of The Wild', where the original Ray Vecchio comes back! I was bouncing like crazy when I realised it was coming up - though I'm annoyed that part two isn't being shown tonight. Instead they're showing 'Jesus of Nazereth' and I have to wait till tuesday! *sulks* But at least after that they're re-running season one again. I love Cable sometimes....
After the heartening response I got to my Sports Night fic this week (Thank you Hilary for letting people know it was there - I was too nervous to post it on
inthetallgrass...) I've been contemplating posting one of the others I have on my hard-drive. The problem is that they're kinda samey, and I really don't think my scenes between Dan and Casey where they admit how they feel work very well. They sound too...I dunno, whiney? I'm not writing sodding Mills and Boon here, after all....Oh, and I don't know whether I'm just extremely predictable, or a certain Liza from Canada has spies around me....*eyedart* She's demonstrated on several occasions that she knows me far too well.... *grins*
