Just a bit hot

today. Kinda like a lot hot.

Thankfully this house has air-conditioning, albeit old and fairly archaic, air-conditioning nonetheless.

I was a bit tired this morning. Last night was not exactly restful, which I think is probably fairly self-evident if you read last night's (this morning's) blog.

Anyway, I thought it would be fine to just take it easy and relax. After all, Miss 5 wasn't going to school today, and it was the other two's last day at daycare, so I figured we could chillax and go slow.

That was until I remembered I had actually made plans to meet with someone this morning. Oh. Crap. So then we had to go hell for leather getting everyone ready, as you do, and of course we couldn't find any shoes.

I swear to God, in the middle of the night someone comes and hides one of every shoe. It is much like socks in the dryer. Shoes in a house in the middle of the night result in only one shoe being visible the next morning.

We did get out of the house. Late. But that is nothing unusual. We are often late. Often. Although on that note, Miss 5 has listed on her report (which arrived on Monday and I was rapt with) that she has only been "late" once!!! They are seriously so lenient with me. Gotta love that.

Anyway, I digress. Again. What was I talking about? *reads back*.

Oh, that, that's right. Meeting a friend. So I dropped the younger two off, in less than perfect circumstances, which has been happening, but what can you do, and then off to meet up with a friend, who, as her text told me, was also running late. Gotta love that.

So we got there. And Miss 5's eyes lit up as we walked past the cabinets that were full of cakes and muffins and biscuits.

You should have seen them light up even more when I told her she could have whatever she wanted. I could hear the inward gasp as I said those words, and the look on her face was worth every cent I would spend on whatever it was that she wanted, and then some.

Her first choice was lemon meringue pie. Then I explained what it was. So she changed. To berry cheesecake. And I explained to her what that was. And so she settled on a massive triple choc cookie. Good choice mini chick. I opted for coffee and eggs florentine. Or something. From which I removed the spinach and replaced it with crispy bacon. As you do. Miss 5 ate a good schlack of it anyway once she had demolished her cookie and babycino.

And I had a lovely catchup with some truly wonderful friends (the genuine type, not those fair weather friends or toxic friends about which I seemed to have a bee in my bonnet last night). So that was good too.

We went to the fruit and veg wholesaler, we did some craft, we cuddled a lot, we played around a lot, we just had a lovely day.

And I introduced her to Siri. Siri is fabulous. For those non-iPhone users, Siri is a voice activated thingy whatsit (the technical term) that lets you tell 'her' what you want or need and she will do it or find it. For example, you can update your Facebook status by telling her what you want to put in there, find out what the weather is, find specific restaurants near where you are, or my personal favourite, use her as a calculator so you don't have to type in the figures in your phone…. or find where the calculator on the phone is…

So I let her ask Siri the questions. Well, in reality she would whisper the questions to me and I would ask Siri.

Here was the conversation……

"Do you have a pet"

"I have an angry bird."

"How old are you"

"I am not allowed to answer that question.

"Why not"

"I don't know. Frankly, I've wondered that myself."

Giggles from Miss 5.

"Do you eat strawberry once a day"

"No, not recently. Never, in fact."

"Do you love your pet"

"I really have no opinion"

"Do you like despicable me"

"I have not seen Despicable Me."

"Have you seen Hi 5"

"I have not"

"Do you like stickers"

"This is about you, not me."

"Sorry I love my children and I need to pick them up"

"It's ok, really."

We could have kept going all day I think. She loved it. Her mum's daughter that one.

Master 3 decided to pretend tonight. What did he pretend? Sleep running. Because he has heard the story I told of Miss 5 sleep running straight into the kitchen bench, bouncing off, falling to the ground, getting up and then proceeding to run off again.

So he decided to pretend to sleep run. What did that involve? Master 3 closing his eyes and running. Full pelt. Oh. God. Seriously. This child is going to be the bloody death of me. I maintain he is the cause of 99% of my grey hairs.

And eventually tonight, in this horrific heat, I managed to get all the kids to bed and to sleep.

For those of you who do not have or know a sleepwalker, hot weather exacerbates sleepwalking. At least in this house it does.

So it wasn't long before Miss 5 sleepwalked out to point to a spot on her nighty and commence to walk wonkily, I then assisted just in time for her leg to stop walking and go limp, like those little toys you push the bottom and the legs collapse, and escorted her back to bed.

She's back there now. At least for the moment. They are all in bed. It is quiet here. And tomorrow is another day.

No idea what that day will involve. None. Of one thing you can be certain though. There will be a full gamut of emotion. It wouldn't be a day with the kids without that.