Football Shoes and More

Busy day number two has just passed.  Events were:

Finnur took the night shift, and it was slightly less disastrous than the one before.  I got the kids out on time for school, and then hung out with Emma for a bit (blogged!) before rushing off for the mommy gym.

After gym I had a short pit-stop at home to shower and get dressed (while Emma napped) and then I took off to use Finnur’s printer at his work. (3 images total)

The printing was to finish up my duties as treasurer for the parental association at Bjarki’s old daycare.

When that was done, we met up with a friend, and had a lovely late lunch at Nauthóll next door (adult food!).  It was great catching up, because life is just passing like a storm these days!

I left just in time to be home before Anna returned from school, and waited semi-patiently while she refueled and Emma napped in the car.

Then we drove to fetch Bjarki from aftercare, and took him straight to the discount sport shop where we managed to buy football shoes and other accessories in 15 minutes.  The shoes may be a size too big, but I’m hoping it’ll be ok.  We’ll see what happens at practice tomorrow.

Shoes in hand, I zoomed to drop Anna off at her team handball practice, and then over to drop Bjarki off at gymnastics.

Not feeling up to zooming too and fro any more, I decided to hang out at the gymnasium with Emma.  She had a blast maneuvering on the floor, and giggling at a two year old girl who paid her occasional attention.

Bjarki seemed pretty out of it though at practice, especially towards the end.  I salute the trainers who attempt to tame the wildren.

When we returned home, Finnur helped Bjarki put on his football kit:

I wolfed down some food, and then I was out the door again, this time to attend an hour-and-half long meeting/seminar for parents of first graders.

It turned out to be vaguely interesting (I knew a lot of the info already, having a second kid at the school) but Vilhelm, the school psychologist, had a nice talk reminding us what being six years old entails, what six year olds need, and encouraged us (gently) to be better parents.

He also reminded us that even though Icelanders often express unhappiness over their school system, it still remains well in the upper ranks when considering the whole world.  And that we should impart on the kids the notion that getting to go to school is a privilege, not a burden.  Because really, school shouldn’t taken for granted.

I arrived home at the tail end of dinner, and after wolfing down some food, took Emma up to sleep.  Bjarki followed shortly, and then I had ten minutes to get my bearings before heading out to meet with the parental association of Bjarki’s old daycare for an hour to brainstorm about the year to come.  Not that I’ll be involved, but I needed to give some monetary assurance because the board is thinking of shaking things up a bit.

So yeah.  That was another pretty packed day.  Who said being a ‘stay at home mom’ was all wine and roses? 🙂