When you give your seven year old daughters bikes for their birthdays, this is what happens to your lawn within just a few days.
Terrible for the lawn.
But wonderful for the girls. Their delight and growing physical confidence is a joy to behold. There have been a few spills, like at least one per day, including some nastyish ones on the gravel drive, but after a sob, a hug and a drying of tears, they get straight back on, without any parental urging at all. They are now agitating to be allowed to ride to school, despite the exceedingly busy road we go along to get there.
I have said yes, conditionally. The conditions are that I need to have finished up my temp job, and they need to be able to get off their bikes without crashing, and we will be going via the longer but much, much quieter side roads, instead of along the shorter but far too busy arterial route into the CBD.
My job, however, is going to continue for a while longer. This is a good thing. When you are working in a temp job, and the contract is due to come to an end, and you can see that they still don’t have enough staff and there is work needing to be done, and no new staff are due to start any time soon, then if you are not asked to stay on, it might indicate that perhaps you aren’t doing as well as both you, and they, had hoped. So I was pleased to be asked to stay on. And I am, in any case, very much enjoying the content of my job, and the people with whom I am working, even if I don’t like the juggle between home, the job, the tutoring I’m doing at the university, and my singing.
So, on with the work. I might however, be back to blogging just a little bit more. My parents have left today, after a visit which we all enjoyed enormously. Instead of blogging I have been sitting up late with them, talking and drinking. They are such a bad influence on me. But I will miss them, their conversation, their company, their empathy, and their grandparenting (they are wonderful grandparents).
Even though it’s on with the work for a few more weeks, I have cut down my hours a little. Through hard and bitter experience in past years, we have learned that we can manage about one and a half jobs between us, before things turn to custard at home. We have for the past few weeks been doing about one and two-thirds jobs, and that extra one-sixth, just five or six hours a week (of actual at-desk work, not lunch breaks and the like) has been enough to make things tricky for us. I will be at home two days a week, which means that I will have time to run alongside the girls as they ride to school. (For the pedants among you, who will already have noticed that two days a week at home means a 60% job rather than a 50% one, I also come home early a couple of days a week, to collect the girls from school.)
How long before I get a bike of my own, do you think?