Tuesday, July 14, 2009


I always think that I can tell what type of day it is going to be if we can get ready for school and be at school with no arguing.

Yesterday was a nightmare. Sunday night I had had about three hours sleep due to Lou waking up and coming to see me about 4 times then my charming dh deciding that 4 am was a good time to come to bed. Yes, he is still alive but living very much on borrowed time, saved only by going food shopping on Sunday and putting a load of washing in the machine yesterday. Anyway by 3pm, I couldn't make my mind up if the ear ache, sore throat, bad stomach, cracking headache and overall dizziness were due to sheer exhaustion or swine flu or something equally bad so I was in bed by 8pm, hoping for the former.

This morning I was up at 7 with J. He was happy and we had a lovely breakfast chatting together then he helped me unload the dishwasher whilst telling me what he wanted for tea, what he was going to do at school. Perfect. We woke Lou up and all got ready for school. The day was going well. We got out of the house with no shouting and early. The sun was shining. Woo. Then Lucy ran down the road. Stopped about an inch away from the road and pulled faces at a man in his BMW. Hmm. Said man waves his fist at me while Lou cheerfully smiles at him and skips towards me.

We walked to school, Lucys wrist firmly in my hand as she would not hold my hand and I didn't fancy another leap at the road. At school we deposited J, went outside and I promptly skidded over in some mud outside the door. In front of other Mums. Keep smiling, don't let the buggers get you down, that's the motto isn't it?

After dropping Lou off at pre-school, I start off home, marching along, now with no kamakaze children, attempting to throw themselves off the kerb, navigating around the mums with prams, grateful that I didn't have to play that game anymore. Then I fell off the kerb. Into the path of another bloke in a BMW. More shouting and general agressiveness ensues, like I meant to fall off the kerb. Please, give me a break!

Trying to make a quick getaway, pretend that I didn't launch myself into the road, not unlike my 4yr old minutes earlier, my flip flop breaks so that the bit that goes between your toes is no longer attatched to the shoe so after skooting around the pram mums, I now have to half limp, half shuffle up the road, trying to walk faster than them, not looking like a drunk. Which I am not but really, if I was, something gin-like would be looking like a good idea when I got home.

Tomorrow has to be better, right?


Kitschy Coo said...

Poor you! Feel a bit bad for laughing but not really because you laughed at me first ;)

Twinkly Clare said...

I don't feel bad at all for laughing! You've brightened my day. And bah humbug to miserable gits in bmws who don't appreciate little girls trying to make them laugh.

Swirlyarts said...

Oh dear! We have all had days like that. To get to school we have to cross a busy road but luckily it has a raised bit in the middle that we can stand on to wait for the other side of the road to clear of traffic. I normally wear skirts or dresses and on this particular day a bus was coming up the road at the same time as a truck was coming down the road. You can imagine my horror to realise that the gust of wind was large enough to lift my skirt up and flash my undies at the people all around me! I couldn't even pull it down as I had a 3 year old on one side, a 5 year old on the other and a book bag and lunchbox. Nightmare!!

Hahahahahahah - the word recognition is undia - spooky or what!

Julia Guthrie said...

Aww hon, perhaps you should write a book...your memoires perhaps? Plenty of people make money from their misfortunes...I reckon a sitcom could probably be made about life in your house! *grins*
(Who would you choose to play you?)

RoxieDot said...

Oh honey, hugs hugs hugs! What a morning. It's over though now... you're safe... you're among friends xxx

Daisy said...

And I thought Slough was the place with too many blokes in BMWs!