This week is proving to be more boy-centred than usual. They broke up from school on Tuesday for the long summer holidays.
To celebrate, my youngest who had broken his glasses on Monday, broke his second best pair on Tuesday, just before his visit to the optometrist (eye physio). Luckily for him, the optician had a spare pair and was able to fit his existing lenses all under guarantee. Such are the advantages of an expensive social security system!
He continued with deep despair at the centre aéré (summer childcare) because he had no friends and his brother was refusing to let him become a pot de colle. I had the day off, so took him home after the optometrist visit which he was very pleased about. We did some cycling, tried and failed to fly his (crappy Happy Meal-type free gifty from Jacksonburger) kite on one of the windiest days of the year, and got out his new paints. He had a lovely afternoon, he said when he went to bed.
My eldest, meanwhile, was doing a scuba-diving course. This afternoon, I get a call at work asking me to come and collect him as his ears hurt. I told him to go home and I'd be there later. He rang me, miserable, saying his ears hurt A LOT, so I gave up and went to take him to the doctor. He's now on cortisone and anti-biotics for an otite - his first ever. Thank goodness we are not taking the plane next week.
It's pointless trying to be too well-organised with children. They will always manage to thwart your best laid plans either with illness or an accident, or some other 'event'. One should systematically expect the unexpected and believe one impossible thing every day. It's good practice for life in general.
Forewarned is forearmed, as they say...