WFH Day 13 of y
And The Beat Goes On
Home working/home schooling is very repetitive. Home working/home schooling is very repetitive. Home working/home schooling is very repetitive. Home working/home schooling is very repetitive.
If home working/home schooling had a sound track, it would be the All Seeing I's version of 'Beat Goes On' on repeat.
Drums keep pounding a rhythm to the brain
La de da de de, la de da de da
(x4)
And the beat goes on (x 8)
Repeat as nauseum, then start again.
https://youtu.be/ar8D8BZeNUY
Wee-ly Noisy
Have I mentioned how dramatic and how much of a gobshiiii ... sorry, how chatty, Eva is?
This morning was no different. I was still in bed, trying my best not to wake up, when:
Eva: (** making banging noises, that sound like there's an elephant dancing on the landing) Daddy, Daddd-ddddy, I need the toiletttttt!
Me: Where are you Eva?
Eva: Outside the bath-roooooom!
Me: And is anybody in there?
Eva: No!
The wife: **snore
** Long pause where nobody speaks, but the elephant switches to trampolining. Without a trampoline.
Me: Well go to the flamin' toilet then!
Eva: O-KAY! (**Hurrumph)
But then she gave me a big smile and a cuddle and asked if we were going out on our bikes again, so that's ok.
Pareto Parenting
The Pareto Principle states that, for many events, roughly 80% of the effects come from 20% of the causes. This is also known as the 80/20 rule.
This is/can be applied to a surprising array of events: 80% of wealth is controlled by 20% of people, 80% of health care resources are used by 20% of people, and so on and so on.
One less reported occurance of this phenomena is that 80% of the whinges heard on a bike ride with children are clustered around 20% of the bike ride distance, split roughly evenly between the uphill bits and the last mile.
I mentioned this to the wife when I got home, she mumbled something about 100% of the grumbles in our house coming from 25% of the people. I really don't think she's understood this properly.
Also, why do 1000 metres equal 1 kilometer. What is it about getting to 1000 that makes a metre get all giddy and forget how it is spelled?
Oh, I've googled it and it is kilometre not kilometer, my spell check had just gone off. Sad times. Well I've written it now, so I'm not taking it out.
Loser
It's great when kids have a drive to succeed, it helps to bring the best out in them and so helps them to achieve more than they thought they were capable of.
Eva, for example, would never have managed to cycle up the last hill today if she didn't have that inner drive to force herself onwards.
Henry wouldn't have completed that maths question at the 5th time of asking if he lacked the drive to do well. It's a shame he hasn't got the patience to read the question properly in the first place mind, but I digress.
Yes, a determination to succeed and a drive to be successful are very laudable qualities.
Except ... except when it spills over into excessive competitiveness, and then it's a right pain in the arse.
Today they bickered relentlessly about how to make, and who could make, the best ... pompom. Pompoms I ask you! It is clever how they don't fall apart mind (pompoms I mean, not kids) but again I digress.
Pompoms! Aargh!
And then they sit there watching TV together being lovely to each other like nothing has happened! (The kids, I mean, not the pompoms - pompoms aren't known for watching TV.)
Hair
The wife needs a haircut. She actually needed a haircut about a month ago. Now I'm hardly in a position to criticise people's hair, but ... no hedge/dragging backwards combo has ever produced hair like the wife has at the moment.
She's taken to wearing one of Eva's clips in the corner of her fringe to stop it looking like it's trying to escape her head, and while it achieves that particular task with aplomb, it makes her look somewhat special.
I'm not going to say any more on the matter, other than I have a pair of clippers and should matters not improve I won't be afraid to use them.
Wee-ly Noisy
Have I mentioned how dramatic and how much of a gobshiiii ... sorry, how chatty, Eva is?
This morning was no different. I was still in bed, trying my best not to wake up, when:
Eva: (** making banging noises, that sound like there's an elephant dancing on the landing) Daddy, Daddd-ddddy, I need the toiletttttt!
Me: Where are you Eva?
Eva: Outside the bath-roooooom!
Me: And is anybody in there?
Eva: No!
The wife: **snore
** Long pause where nobody speaks, but the elephant switches to trampolining. Without a trampoline.
Me: Well go to the flamin' toilet then!
Eva: O-KAY! (**Hurrumph)
But then she gave me a big smile and a cuddle and asked if we were going out on our bikes again, so that's ok.
Pareto Parenting
The Pareto Principle states that, for many events, roughly 80% of the effects come from 20% of the causes. This is also known as the 80/20 rule.
This is/can be applied to a surprising array of events: 80% of wealth is controlled by 20% of people, 80% of health care resources are used by 20% of people, and so on and so on.
One less reported occurance of this phenomena is that 80% of the whinges heard on a bike ride with children are clustered around 20% of the bike ride distance, split roughly evenly between the uphill bits and the last mile.
I mentioned this to the wife when I got home, she mumbled something about 100% of the grumbles in our house coming from 25% of the people. I really don't think she's understood this properly.
Also, why do 1000 metres equal 1 kilometer. What is it about getting to 1000 that makes a metre get all giddy and forget how it is spelled?
Oh, I've googled it and it is kilometre not kilometer, my spell check had just gone off. Sad times. Well I've written it now, so I'm not taking it out.
Loser
It's great when kids have a drive to succeed, it helps to bring the best out in them and so helps them to achieve more than they thought they were capable of.
Eva, for example, would never have managed to cycle up the last hill today if she didn't have that inner drive to force herself onwards.
Henry wouldn't have completed that maths question at the 5th time of asking if he lacked the drive to do well. It's a shame he hasn't got the patience to read the question properly in the first place mind, but I digress.
Yes, a determination to succeed and a drive to be successful are very laudable qualities.
Except ... except when it spills over into excessive competitiveness, and then it's a right pain in the arse.
Today they bickered relentlessly about how to make, and who could make, the best ... pompom. Pompoms I ask you! It is clever how they don't fall apart mind (pompoms I mean, not kids) but again I digress.
Pompoms! Aargh!
And then they sit there watching TV together being lovely to each other like nothing has happened! (The kids, I mean, not the pompoms - pompoms aren't known for watching TV.)
Hair
The wife needs a haircut. She actually needed a haircut about a month ago. Now I'm hardly in a position to criticise people's hair, but ... no hedge/dragging backwards combo has ever produced hair like the wife has at the moment.
She's taken to wearing one of Eva's clips in the corner of her fringe to stop it looking like it's trying to escape her head, and while it achieves that particular task with aplomb, it makes her look somewhat special.
I'm not going to say any more on the matter, other than I have a pair of clippers and should matters not improve I won't be afraid to use them.
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