Which, like the fat-free claims, leaves you with 3% pure and unadulterated guilt. I'm talking the guilt of a mother who feels like she and her children should be doing something more something in this second (of two) week of the school holidays.

This week, however, is not shaping up to be very interesting at all.
The 97% of reason tells me that:

• They had a full-on week last week - what with the netball for the older two, and the days of entertainment and outings and playing with cousins at Grandma's. (Zoe was so tired and emotional yesterday that after a few tears about cleaning up, she took heed of my advice to 'go and have a sleep', crept up into my bed, and had about an hour's snooze!)
  
• We have appointments to catch up on - appointments for them which were impossible during the manic-ness of last term. Caitlin had her jab this morning. I'm going into the chiropractor this afternoon. Then they are getting haircuts at 5.00. And tomorrow is the dentist. And yes, then I have a massage. But then, if I'm not 'better', then I'm no use to anybody.
  
• They may not be outside (oh how I always feel guilty when they aren't being active outside) but it is unpleasantly windy, and cool enough that surely some of their winter holidays can be whiled away with some indoor pursuits. Ali and Zoe have been doing some beading. Yes, Caitlin is watching TV that she has recorded but I did a deal with her at the doctors this morning. If she wasn't melodramatic and sooky about the needle, today I wouldn't nag her off the computer or TV.

So - what the hell. We just watched Torchwood (Episode 4) from last night. And I'm about to leave them watching the final in this series of Life on Mars which I have already seen. (Bring on Series 2 - I want a resolution!!) We might even just watch more tv or dvds tonight. Dinner? - with no Dad, we might just have something less 'balanced' and do something easy like scrambled eggs and bacon!

Miraculously this morning I could walk on my foot. Go figure. So bizarre. Unlike my poor husband who has had a few airport transits to make today - two extra than normal with a Sydney-Adelaide-Singapore-KL trip this time. And you don't realise just how much walking is involved in airports until you are incapacitated in some way. (Fortunately for him it is a temporary thing.)

Off to the chiropractor for me... surely with that, and a massage, I'll be back to myself and I can concentrate on that 3%.

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