Sorry it’s been SO long since I last wrote – how are you all?
I can hardly believe we are now back in school routine, first week of the new term has been navigated – with Andrew away into the mix, a supply teacher for T at the end of the week, and a friend for tea after school today. Of course it seemed the perfect week (in a moment of madness, or desperation…not sure which to be honest) to throw in changing T’s bed from a loft bed to a low cabin bed and while we’re at it why not repaint too! what was I thinking??!
The desperation began in the run up to the new term, with bedtimes becoming as always much more of a battle, full of anxiety and adrenaline. Meltdowns happen so quickly and frequently when anxieties are high, and the aggressive, unpredictable behaviour that comes with them feels very unsafe in a loft bed. We got the loft bed when she was growing out of the toddler bed, to give her more space and under it to be able to create a hideaway – both of which has worked brilliantly. But for me the risks are increasing as she gets bigger and stronger, and the end of last week as school began to loom intensely it began to feel quite unmanageable.
So, we have dismantled the bottom layer of the high bed (thankfully it came in sections) and removed the ladder. I say we because I thought I’d managed that far on my own but when our lovely staff lunch had finished praying yesterday and were willing to help me lift the top section down off it’s lowest section it became quite clear all I had managed on my own was to get in a muddle – an allen key and others’ help found the right bolts to undo and put others back that were still needed and then we could lift down the bed!
As I was scheming and working out how possible it would be to do all this I also got to thinking about the colour of the room – one of T’s favourites, yellow. We had chosen a warm soft, almost apricot yellow before we moved in – and the decorators came in and painted – but somehow in translation the yellow had changed into a rather sour lemon if you can imagine that. Zingy rather than gentle. So I got to thinking that maybe this was my chance to tone it down a bit and bring a bit more calm to the room – every little helps. And knowing that even tidying the bedrooms can be an upheaval for the girls I was going to be causing an emotional earthquake by changing the bed, so why not slip in some new paint at the same time rather than creating another earthquake later on in the year? So far T seems to be mostly accepting the changes, and is coping relatively well.
So I rummaged in the garage to see what we had enough of and found a dark creamy colour for interior walls and a small rather unreliable paint roller and tray and the painting has begun – 2 walls done, 2 to go! Feeling a bit like supermum! (that won’t last, I’ll be utterly exhausted when I finish it and the adrenaline rush subsides!)
And that completes the first week of term. Kids were fed, hugged, played with and prayed with. Schools were attended, homework has been done (though still more to tackle), instruments have been heard, and swimming lessons, brownies, youth group were remembered on the right days – and chocolate was eaten! Hoping next week is a bit more run of the mill to be honest, but they rarely are!