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?