I woke up this morning fervently hoping it wasn't Monday, and lay in bed too long, half-asleep, clinging to the hope that it might not be. Then I had to stumble through the shower and then rush around folding and putting away clothes and other stuff because I didn't do it last night. Not getting things done the night before, that should be done before we leave for school and work, is a recipe for a distastrous morning. Sometimes when I'm exhausted at 9pm it is just so hard to do it.

It was a busy weekend, with lots of things of Lauren's choosing, including skating and riding at the beachfront, having lunch at her favourite place, playing soccer in the garden with the new set, and seeing a rather forgettable movie.

The soccer game was fun, though the goals are a lot smaller than they look in the picture on the box. The soccer ball pictured with the nets must actually be a marble. It reminds me of a pasta dish we once ordered it Italy. We had hardly any money (a lot of the diary we kept revolved around food or the lack of it), and we couldn't resist this appetising looking bowl of spaghetti bolognaise. When the microscopic offering arrived we realised the decorative tomatoes pictured next to the dish were actually miniature cherry tomatoes. One advantage of the mini-goals is that you don't need goalies at all, which makes for more fun two-a-side soccer. Danny also got into this game a bit more than usual.

The kids are enjoying the roller blades. Lauren is progressing rapidly. Robyn is now desperate for her own pair, though Lauren has been doing a good job of sharing them. The beachfront is a great place for riding and skating and generally chilling. I would really, really like a bike of my own and am hoping the Christmas fairies take the hint. The prospect of roller blades is also quite appealing now though. I have also realised that Danny is now ready for a bicycle so I'm going to take Lauren's old one in for repairs today (it needs a new pedal and new training wheels).

Quote of the weekend:
Peter, on Friday night, while looking at a review of a movie after we had snuggled up and watched it: Not sure which is more scary: The fact that it scored 18%, or the fact that we enjoyed it so much.