At the beginning of the week daughter kept asking "What are we doing now, mummy?" - a question that husband would normally answer with "swimming/park/cycling/olympics/badminton/football". I just said, "I don't know, what do you think? Any ideas?"
Gradually she slowed down her hectic pace to one of pottering about drawing pictures, practising handwriting and reading books on the patio (while I drank a cup of tea!). Of course, we've done other stuff, but at a gentler pace, no rushing from one thing to another. We spent a very special 20 minutes just sitting in her playhouse in the garden having a lovely chat. I've even taught her to play cricket. Well, it was St George's Day this week - we had to embrace our Englishness!
She's also learned to occupy herself with her amazing imagination - she made a lovely worm stew (for worms, not made of worms) while I did some gardening. And she drew a fantastic scene from "Mary Poppins" with Cherry Tree Lane, Mary Poppins floating in on her umbrella, Bert and the Sweeps dancing on the roof tops, Jane and Michael flying kites. Now that took some concentration!
With a little encouragement and some perseverance she has also learned to ride her bicycle without stabilisers! (Good job really, she's getting a new bike for her birthday on Sunday and it doesn't have them)
So, how come this week has been much more relaxed than last week?
Well, there's been no incessant sport on the tv or radio (that alone raises my blood pressure), no "what's the plan for today?" at breakfast, no mad filling of every minute with things to do.
Aha, that's right, husband was back at work!
Could that be a factor?
Better not to question it.