Last weekend hubby had decided that this weekend we would take the kids ice skating, a reward if they went to bed on time and settled down quickly. It worked as the bedtime routine this week has been really good. Ironically a letter came home from school on Monday, the school were taking year 6 ice skating on Thursday also.
T has never been ice skating in her life and on parents evening her teacher said she was blown away by how T was on the rink. I did think maybe this was a little over exaggerated. The last thing I wanted to do today was go to Doncaster Dome to the ice rink, Sister had been up to mums and was now panicking that we had a load of jobs to do, jobs that daughter was supposed to do. I am a little stressed out. A promise is a promise we had to go.
We got our skates and A got a penguin to hold on to, I clung to the railing legs splayed the whole way round, my 50 year old head imagining broken teeth, limbs, severed digits and concussion, you get where my head was. And then I watched T she was fucking AWESOME everything the teacher said and more, I clung to the railing with my mouth dropped open. She was skating around like she had done it all her life.
I decided after probably having some whopper bruises on my upper arms from the railings that it would be better to observe. I couldn't keep track of T she was racing around like a pro, watching the geeky guy throw some shapes on the ice, he was like cock of the north and the chubby bloke skating with aplomb was uplifting they looked so cool, those that were confident and good made me feel so jealous as the joy in their faces was lovely to watch.
Time to get food, my expectations weren't great, there was one of those play areas for kids so they were happy. Food ordered I noticed a guy at the bar in a red puffer jacket, when he smiled his top and bottom teeth met and he talked to himself, he had a carrier bag that he he carried Roy Cropper style, who did he sit next to engage in conversation....yes me, hubby muttered under his breath. The food was actually very good, I talked football to red puffer jacket and a good time was had apart from A who asked if we could do the pictures next time.
I think my job is to now channel what seems to be a natural talent for T, as my worry is if I don't we could be skating on thin ice in years to come. Oh and I have something to put on the "wall".
Sha X
T has never been ice skating in her life and on parents evening her teacher said she was blown away by how T was on the rink. I did think maybe this was a little over exaggerated. The last thing I wanted to do today was go to Doncaster Dome to the ice rink, Sister had been up to mums and was now panicking that we had a load of jobs to do, jobs that daughter was supposed to do. I am a little stressed out. A promise is a promise we had to go.
We got our skates and A got a penguin to hold on to, I clung to the railing legs splayed the whole way round, my 50 year old head imagining broken teeth, limbs, severed digits and concussion, you get where my head was. And then I watched T she was fucking AWESOME everything the teacher said and more, I clung to the railing with my mouth dropped open. She was skating around like she had done it all her life.
I decided after probably having some whopper bruises on my upper arms from the railings that it would be better to observe. I couldn't keep track of T she was racing around like a pro, watching the geeky guy throw some shapes on the ice, he was like cock of the north and the chubby bloke skating with aplomb was uplifting they looked so cool, those that were confident and good made me feel so jealous as the joy in their faces was lovely to watch.
Time to get food, my expectations weren't great, there was one of those play areas for kids so they were happy. Food ordered I noticed a guy at the bar in a red puffer jacket, when he smiled his top and bottom teeth met and he talked to himself, he had a carrier bag that he he carried Roy Cropper style, who did he sit next to engage in conversation....yes me, hubby muttered under his breath. The food was actually very good, I talked football to red puffer jacket and a good time was had apart from A who asked if we could do the pictures next time.
I think my job is to now channel what seems to be a natural talent for T, as my worry is if I don't we could be skating on thin ice in years to come. Oh and I have something to put on the "wall".
Sha X
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