The week that wasn't

Another low-energy week....did nothing much, but noticed that in many minute ways my girls are growing up.
Stefa, at 12 yrs, stopped believing in St. Nick, and that was confirmed by her saying: "Mum, I know it's just you buying the gifts!". I did ask her to keep the dream alive for her baby sister, who at 4, shouldn't have her imagination squashed at such a young age. But, when I allowed Stef to plan her own social event, (just a movie with her friends) it seemed like this was the beginning of her maturity. I did have to remind her to ring her friend to find out how they were going to get to the cinema, what time the movie started and how much money would she need, but other than that, she was on her own. Unfortunately, she ruined the whole independance thing by ringing us after the movie was over to ask how she was going to get home. ("The same way you came, silly!" was Orest's response.)
On the other hand, Adriana proved to me once again how much she disliked change when I decided to change her ice skating lesson from the 1pm slot to the 4pm slot. Upon being told that she wouldn't get her usual McD lunch (as lunch was over and still to early for dinner), she threw a hissy fit. Upon being told that she had to take the instructor by the hand and skate slowly across the rink, then walk around to queue up to do it over again, she threw a hissy fit. (She's used to doing her own thing on the ice with just some casual instruction from the teachers in the earlier session.) Upon hearing that the session would not end with a game of "What's the time Mister Wolf?", she threw a hissy fit. The third time tried my patience to the breaking point, so I hauled her off the ice and resolved to go back to the 1pm slot. So she misses some school, who cares.

I had a proper Mother's Day this year. Some of you may remember last year I had 3 opportunities to celebrate and in the end got bupkiss! This time I made sure my family were aware that I was expecting the "treatment" on May 14th, no if's and's or but's about it! They came through with breakfast and homemade cards in bed, followed by a finger-lickin' good lunch at Bodean's (the only place in London for ribs and pork butt - really it's not as bad as it sounds!) and a nice relaxing afternoon and evening lounging and reading. I did have to on occasion remind the girls that their father could load a program on the computer just as good as I could, but otherwise it was a great recharge. (And Lord knows we all need one of those every once in awhile!)