Man my weeks are getting busy!
May. 15th, 2009 07:30 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
gothams3rdrobinMy son has a better social life after school than me. But then again, isn't that always the case?
Mondays he has a football class at school, coached by someone on the Cardiff City coaching staff. On Tuesdays he has football at the community centre, same as he has for the last couple of years. Hopefully he'll start to learn some skills on Mondays that he can then put into use on Tuesdays! *grin*
On Wednesdays he's back to gymnastics, now the community centre local to his school has finally reopened after its major refit. It's with the same coach he had before too, which is good. Plus now that the library's on-site, I have somewhere comfy to go wait for him where I'm just down the corridor, instead of having to leave the building. There's a gym upstairs too, and I'm giving serious thought to checking it out.
Thursdays is when he now goes to 'Badgers', the kids part of the St John Ambulance. There he gets to learn a certain amount of first aid, along with all the other life skills you learn in groups like that. Last night he was making chocolate rice krispie cakes, working towards the 'Hungry Badger' badge, where they learn about food, healthy eating and safety in the kitchen. He really enjoyed it, so I'm hoping he sticks with it.
Fridays is a long-standing tradition of 'Movie Night'; pizza and garlic bread (from the Iceland supermarket - I'm not made of money! *grins*) and popcorn, while watching a DVD. Tonight we finished watching the original Star Wars trilogy; he cried when Luke cremated Darth Vader! *laughs* He thought it was a horrid thing to do, so we ended up having a discussion about funerals. He cried when we watched 'Empire Strikes Back' too, when Han Solo got frozen in carbonite. *shakes head* He's so silly, but he's my little silly!
I popped into a pharmacist on the way to collecting Rowan from school, to talk about the painkillers I've been trying to use. I wasn't happy about how it took an hour for the pain to fade in the early hours of this morning, when it only took twenty minutes at the most with the basic co-codamol the hospital gave me. Turns out that, even though they state on the label they're suitable for period pains, these 'ultra-powerful' ibuprofen that cost an absolute fortune are no good for what ails me, as they work better as anti-inflamatories. So I ended up buying some more co-codamol, at under two quid a box! *rolls eyes*
Still not feeling great, but a dose of co-codamol seems to have staved off the attack I felt was impending this afternoon. And I don't have to worry about overdosing on super-strength tablets now. Gonna keep them for next time I have a headache or something :-p
Gah. Sometimes I hate being a non-pregnant female :-( I know the cycle changes every seven years or so, but this is really ridiculous.
Mondays he has a football class at school, coached by someone on the Cardiff City coaching staff. On Tuesdays he has football at the community centre, same as he has for the last couple of years. Hopefully he'll start to learn some skills on Mondays that he can then put into use on Tuesdays! *grin*
On Wednesdays he's back to gymnastics, now the community centre local to his school has finally reopened after its major refit. It's with the same coach he had before too, which is good. Plus now that the library's on-site, I have somewhere comfy to go wait for him where I'm just down the corridor, instead of having to leave the building. There's a gym upstairs too, and I'm giving serious thought to checking it out.
Thursdays is when he now goes to 'Badgers', the kids part of the St John Ambulance. There he gets to learn a certain amount of first aid, along with all the other life skills you learn in groups like that. Last night he was making chocolate rice krispie cakes, working towards the 'Hungry Badger' badge, where they learn about food, healthy eating and safety in the kitchen. He really enjoyed it, so I'm hoping he sticks with it.
Fridays is a long-standing tradition of 'Movie Night'; pizza and garlic bread (from the Iceland supermarket - I'm not made of money! *grins*) and popcorn, while watching a DVD. Tonight we finished watching the original Star Wars trilogy; he cried when Luke cremated Darth Vader! *laughs* He thought it was a horrid thing to do, so we ended up having a discussion about funerals. He cried when we watched 'Empire Strikes Back' too, when Han Solo got frozen in carbonite. *shakes head* He's so silly, but he's my little silly!
I popped into a pharmacist on the way to collecting Rowan from school, to talk about the painkillers I've been trying to use. I wasn't happy about how it took an hour for the pain to fade in the early hours of this morning, when it only took twenty minutes at the most with the basic co-codamol the hospital gave me. Turns out that, even though they state on the label they're suitable for period pains, these 'ultra-powerful' ibuprofen that cost an absolute fortune are no good for what ails me, as they work better as anti-inflamatories. So I ended up buying some more co-codamol, at under two quid a box! *rolls eyes*
Still not feeling great, but a dose of co-codamol seems to have staved off the attack I felt was impending this afternoon. And I don't have to worry about overdosing on super-strength tablets now. Gonna keep them for next time I have a headache or something :-p
Gah. Sometimes I hate being a non-pregnant female :-( I know the cycle changes every seven years or so, but this is really ridiculous.
