6 December 2012
Well almost another week over at the funny farm (sorry unPC) and ... I was doing so so well. However this week it has all gone a bit Pete Tong. The natural alarm clocks are still doing their own thing; the little un is teething (I think) again (or protesting at the withdrawal of bottles); the big one is just moaning how hard life is (ha- he ain't seen nothing yet!) and I'm generally pooped come nine o'clock. My son is in the school choir and its a very good choir, (won lots of local stuff) and at this time of year they are asked to perform many places. So Wednesday night, I have to run around like a blue arse fly after school to get him to a well known supermarket to perform at 5pm until 7pm. Easy you may say... yes... if you turn up at the right supermarket in the right bloody town! Note to self, read the letters that come home from school properly. But.....my inbuilt TomTom™ and Lewis Hamilton driving skills, got him at the correct supermarket in the correct town at 4.59pm exactly. Just in time to perform their classic - Sing.
However, I did have to abandon him to be brought home by another parent I barely know.
Also, on Tuesday night, cubs night, parent that normally helps me, forgot to pick him up! Stress or what, as this is the end of the world for my son. If I don't get him there for 7pm, I'll be the worst mother in the world.... EVER! Thankfully, my lovely friend was round cutting my hair (only an inch- but I feel bald- sorry un PC again- follically challenged) so I could run him up and be back in a jiffy.
I normally have to write a lot of post it notes, and everything in the calendar as I just forget. Too much info- need an external hard drive for the head remember? Well, there was one important piece of info I had forgot to record- the in laws due this weekend..... and my son has earned a friend for a sleepover this Saturday. Operation tidy up began last night.
Tis the season to be jolly, fa la la... Well not at work its not, the two weeks running up to Christmas is a nightmare. Children are like coiled springs by the time we break up, nativity plays, carol concerts etc its a headache. So, instead of being stuck inside my broom cupboard of an office today I went to watch the little ones, do their Nativity. Awwwwwww is all I can say. But I did have an important role.... bouncer on the door "if you ain't got tickets you ain't getting in" . You may think this harsh, but have you seen parents queue and fight in the line to get to the front? I also had the job of pressing PLAY on the music equipment. Crucial part I thought.
If you've read my silly little post from 4am this morning you'll probably guess I was pretty tired today, yep, but hey the night didn't end there. No no no.. eventually I got back to sleep, only to be woken at 6am by another noise .. I could hear someone downstairs. Naturally, I shit myself, not literally of course, but I'm alone in a house with my precious children. What do I do? It's like "Don't go into the cellar!" You scream when watching horror. Well yes... I went downstairs, not even clutching anything. What was I thinking? Then I heard the floorboards creaking in the lounge .... and the door opened..(I'm now crouching on the stairs in my smalls) ... It's the other half.. home a day early. "Surprise" I didn't know whether to hit him or kiss him. But he did bring me a stripy pink box from a very famous American underwear store. So I can't complain.
Hope you all had a lovely week. Now I need to put up the tree as my ears can't take the bashing any longer from my son.
Xx
Disorganisation, Nativities, And A Surprise Burglar • Opuss № I