We've had a full-on weekend with YD, she had a performing arts exam on Saturday and dancing exams yesterday. She did exceptionally well in her musical theatre exam (speech, drama, singing and dance), gaining an overall distinction with a mark of 85%. We'll have to wait a couple of weeks for the results of the dancing exams but I'm not anticipating any failures!
The nocturnal child has also been busy, out babysitting on both Saturday and Sunday evenings, which was obviously so exhausting that she couldn't get herself up for college this morning. I live in the hope that she will rouse herself for long enough to do the kitchen today, before we are reported to the Department of Health.
DH and I went to watch 'The King's Speech' at the local movie house last night. It was well cast and acted, but I'm not convinced that it was completely historically accurate... nevertheless it was thoroughly enjoyable.
But what is it about Mondays that makes people so miserable? Is it the thought of a full five days of work ahead or the mourning of a weekend wasted? I don't mind them myself... I see it as the beginning of a new week, new opportunities and more importantly, the day everyone else disappears off to school/work and leaves me to it. Well, that's the theory anyway!
We have had rain of biblical proportions for the past couple of days... the river looks about to burst its banks, the trees already have more than just their toes in the water. We'll be OK though, we live on a hill... by the time the water rises as high as we are the ark will be finished!
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