We're done with flying kites

For the first three weeks of the school year Ella happily juggled her busy new schedule of two sessions of Play School, swimming and dance classes and having her Mummy at work for two days a week.

For the last three weeks however she has found it increasingly difficult to keep up with everything. She's even had a few tears on the way to our house as we have driven away from her beloved Mummy on her work days.

Last week everything seemed to be back to normal: happy smiles, new red gumboots, a very successful session baking gingerbread biscuits and an equally successful outing into the city for a ride on Canberra's vintage Carousel.

We were congratulating ourselves on a very successful two days with Ella when we decided to finish off the week with a bout of kite flying in the park after lunch on Friday.

Unfortunately there was no wind so despite Rob's best efforts running all over the very large park (for ages) with a bedraggled little kite flapping behind him we could not get it airborne. Ella quickly became completely overcome by the injustice of it all and started to express her feelings in a very pronounced way. She started by proclaiming loudly that she "was DONE with kite flying", but that evolved into a full scale diva-esque performance which included much wailing and thrashing of arms: she was "never going to be able to fly her kite" and "it was never going to be windy again", wail, wail.

Faced with this performance we found it hard not to laugh. Luckily getting back home and splitting open a fresh coconut seemed to distract her from her kite induced misery until her Mummy came home.

Does anyone else's children experience the end of week blues? We might try a little bit of gentle ABC Kids TV watching next week!