This is the kind of day when a parent questions their fitness for the role.
It's the middle of the summer holidays. We've already done some things, played on a couple of beachs, camped in another country (does Wales count?) and taken a children's workshop in at least two of the Nation's leading museums. On the other hand, we've also watched Power Rangers dvds for a million hours, read so many Famous Five stories that Arthur is now talking like Julian ("What tremendous fun, mother") and spent enough time in the company of the Justice League to quote whole episodes verbatim.
And there is still stuff to come. More camping, another beach or two and a few days on a narrow boat. Plus much more TV, dvd watching, and Famous Five.
But, in the middle of it all, we run into a day like today, when Arthur is determind that we are not going out. I understand his thinking behind this but it's hard as a parent to stay focused in such conditions. I'm mean, it's good in one way. We're not spending money - hurrah - and Arthur is genuinely content. I guess it's just hard work, which is why parents are reluctant to face up to the challenge of an unsupported day alone with their child. No other adults, no back up from shops, parks, general places of interest, or even other children. Just you and your off-spring, head to head, all day.
Here's our schedule so far today:
Read Famous Five Go On A Hike while still in bed. Discussed the meaning of "saucy." (You need to read it for yourself.)
Inspired by the Famous Five and their prodigious eating, we prepared a large breakfast and brought it back to bed to eat while reading some more.
Arthur watches Monsters Inc while I get dressed, put on washing, hide for a while.
We spend time re-story boarding Monsters Inc., making the goodies into badies and visa versa. Arthur does the drawings, I, the writing. Consider making him to the writing so that he can get in some holiday practice. Can't face the battle though so don't bother. We discuss sending his ideas to Pixar.
Arthur plays general fighting/Justice League for an hour. Lots of phesh! phesh! noises and leaping about.
Now he is watching Justice League episodes. He tells me that he is lonely in that room, although I am only ten feet away and, in any case, I don't believe him. He keeps popping in to update me on the League's progress and how he is using a foam sword he has to represent many different weapons.
And now it's 4.30pm. So the day has passed. I guess this is part of being a child, days like this, when nothing much happens. It's a good thing and, let's face it, a bit of boredom is probably good for the soul.
Not sure about that last bit but let's hope so.