Many an afternoon rolls around when all I want to do is switch on CBeebies and sit back on the sofa as my 20 month old daughter trashes the house. Getting up for work at 3.45am can do that to you.
But, most afternoons, I manage to resist the call of Mr Tumble and his cronies until at least 4.30pm. Instead, I don’t even let myself sit down. We go to a swimming lesson on a Tuesday afternoon and a music (read – clapping and bashing a drum) class on a Thursday. Every other afternoon I look for activities or playdates in advance.
When we’re at home it’s hard. Mr Tumble tempts me like a magical siren. But, just occasionally, I manage to get it right. Mostly, this is because of blogging, rather than any natural abilities of motherhood on my part.
The latest victory over Mr Tumble was won after I stumbled over a post about sensory tubs on The Imagination Tree. We invested in some 93p aqua plant beads and emptied the crayons out of the clear plastic IKEA tub they used to reside in. We soaked the beads overnight until they expanded and went squidgy. Then we poured them into the tub and added some bathtime friends, along with some shells found on a Cuban beach during the recent honeymoon.
It went down a treat.
Me: 1. Mr Tumble: nil.