Daniel’s new GAA training regime is killing us. He has a match at weekends and training two evenings a week from 5.00 to 6.15. Who does this suit? On Thursdays he goes with a neighbour. When he gets home about 6.40 he wolfs down his dinner and goes to choir practice at 7.15 with the Princess and me.
On Monday, Mr. Waffle brings him and the neighbour’s child out for 5.00. I leave work at 5.30 (deeply inconvenient); cycle home like a fury; hop into the car at our house at 5.45 (left there by Mr. Waffle following depositing of children); sit in traffic for 30 minutes; collect the boys; drop the neighbour’s child home; and return, late, for our own childminder, who is at home with the other pair, at 6.40.
All I can say is, it’s a good job that Daniel really loves it.
You clearly need a Brompton or two. Mr Waffle could then leave the car at the GAA practice ground and cycle home, and you could cycle there direct… (you’ll be pleased I at least stopped short of suggesting a cargo bike for ferrying the boys in)
There is a mathematical equation I saw on the internet that could be applied to this advice something about N+1 and S-1* – where could that have been, I wonder?
All children should be discouraged from playing any sport, and told to stay in their rooms playing with iPads.
Another parenting fail. Sigh.
But think of the future. Think of that moment when as captain of a victorious all-Ireland team he lifts the Sam Maguire – just presented to him by An tUachtarán Gerry Adams – and says the immortal words: ‘I’d like to thank my mother for all those evenings she mad-peddling around Dublin and so made this possible….’
And then again, maybe not…