It’s been a mad crazy week hasn’t it? What started off as a complete shock of a morning, finding out that the UK was leaving the EU, has just gotten more and more bizarre over the last few days. I eventually stopped swearing about it all after about 4 days, which I think is fantastic. I really hope the powers that be sit down and have a good think and come up with a good plan. Right now, it just feels like everything is imploding all over the place and I think the whole country is swinging from finding it all a bit stunning, to holding their head in their hands from disbelief.
The trip to London last week was a much needed break from it all and I think we will be visiting again very soon, just to potter about a bit. All we need now is a bit of sun. How can it be July and chucking it down so much? I don’t want to wear my socks and boots all summer long!
If I ignore all the news then it’s been a pretty nice week. An Olympic gymnast visited Zs school and he has spent the entire week doing hand stands and various other adventurous gymnastics. We’re very much in the last few weeks of fun at school now and we’ve found out all about the move to Year 1. I can’t believe this whole year has flown by so quickly and how much he’s grown up. I guess this is something I’ll say every year but I wonder if the leap from reception to year 1 may be the biggest. I’ll be sad to let the reception teachers go but Z already seems keen on his newest teacher and I think it’s probably comforting that his entire class moves together.
In all the end of year madness I’ve found the most peaceful time is when both of these boys are splashing about in the bath. I have one water heater and one water lover, but once both are in, a bit of a calm descends and all is well in our little cocoon. That is, until I take the baby out and he screams blue murder trying to get back into it!