Neighbour A's son is 20 this March so he came back for the weekend to attend the celebration. Unfortunately, since he was at school here the village has amalgamated so instead of a nice cosy soiree with the 100 or so kids he went through school with it was off to the city proper to join thousands (literally) of 20 year olds from near and far. I imagined this event as kind of like a mass 753 ceremony- lots of kimonos, a few less tantrums than the 3yo group (but no guarantees...) lots of mums and lots of cameras but no. It's 20 yo's only. Neighbour A spent the time over here drinking coffee and searching through our stock of tiles for tiles to put in around her wood stove. Kind of a non-event really. Then again, her son has been living in another city for the last 2 years so I guess the fact that he's a bit more independent than my two at 753 shouldn't be that that much of a surprise.
Anyway, me? I was working. Bah humbug. Not sure which class got me more in the holiday spirit- the one that should contain 3 2 year olds and instead had 3 2 year olds, 3 mums, 2 older brothers and a dad. Phew. A fight broke out between two boys and despite all those parental authority figures in the room I was the one who suggested that perhaps the (punch) "that didn't hurt!" (punch) "that didn't hurt!" (punch) "that didn't hurt!" game was not going to end happily.... or was it the class that should have had 8 5 year olds and instead had one? Influenza plus public holiday does not make for great attendance rates. Cutest little girl though. She wanted to play Simon Says. I pointed out that with me as caller there would only be one contestant.... no comprehension burst so we played a game to demonstrate the shortcomings here- "I won!!" Nope. Still no comprehension burst.
Got home to find the play room relatively less catastrophic than I had expected (I have low expectations for K and the girls home alone days) , the girls exhausted after 4 hours swimming in the big city heated pool with Daddy and K folding washing so I guess I shouldn't complain that much, hey?
Still, working on the holidays. Bah Humbug.