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That's not my daughter!

So its half term yet again - the weeks pass more and more quickly, I can hardly keep up. This time we have 2 weeks at home, one of which I'm off for and the other the family will have to amuse themselves - cue digital babysitting I suspect!

This weekend we ended up with both the girls having friends over on the Friday. While this was fine in principle,  I was conscious that both Glenn and I had plans for Saturday morning which meant leaving them on their own for a short while. Despite my fears that they would fight and create havoc I came home to the four of them lying in the sunshine on the front lawn chatting together happily. Turns out they are more sensible when left alone than when supervised.  This peace was in contrast to the night before when I took them all to Pizza Express and Abi was showing off in front off her friend. She wasn't being rude so much as just pushing me ever so slightly with every comment - it drives me to distraction!

Today was a similar story. Mum and Dad came for lunch and again it's just this slightly showoff behaviour that makes me want to scream "that's not my daughter!". Mum and I agree it's probably that at this age kids aren't yet young adults but are no longer children and so feel awkward around other adults. This doesn't make any less frustrating - when the child you know and love for her sharp sense of humour as much as her many other positive attributes is just a bit cocky rather than a bit funny it's just annoying! Not quite as annoying as when she's showing off because she has her mates around her, but still annoying! It will pass no doubt.

Abi headed off to Angie's this afternoon (having asked me to charge up the credit on her phone only to then leave it in her coat pocket so it came home again) so Izzy is enjoying being the only child for a few days.  This evening this meant snuggling down in front of the fire and Dirty Dancing.  Chosen by Izzy because I said it might not be age appropriate,  she was then disappointed when after saying she was off to play charades, Baby goes to find Johnny and ends up in bed with him. "That's not charades!" said Izzy!

Our other task today was to take poor Freya to the vet. As we were heading out for our walk yesterday she yelped loudly and then started to limp which just got worse. When I checked it was clear she'd managed to pull a nail half out - ouch. Today she refused to even go for a wee first thing and every time I went near her she sadly held up her front foot for me to inspect. The vet has confirmed that she will need to have it taken out so she'll have to be sedated tomorrow morning while they do it before coming home with a bandaged foot. Just what I wanted to spend my week off doing! Bertie will have to get used to having a walk on his own for a few days, not that it will bother him, I think he would go with anyone!


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