I woke up this morning, the sun was shining and the birds singing and I had only been awoken in the night once by Fifi and I was in the most terrible of foul moods, ever. I think maybe it is the start of another cycle of depression, not quite bad enough to go to the doctors for, but bad enough to make me feel ever so slightly bonkers.
Anyhow, face the world. I look in the mirror, the worlds largest spot ™ appears. My finger feels a bit well odd, I stare, I prod, a wart, A SHINY NEW WART THING. Christ. So far, motherhood has made me go from someone mistaken for Cameron Diaz on a daily basis (lol) to someone resembling, an unkempt Bridget Jones. I put on my skinny Gap jeans. The illicit eating of the children’s Cadbury’s Easter Eggs has not done good things.
Things progress, breakfast time and Fifi decides that its a good idea to throw her entire bowl of full fat milk Cheerios on the carpet. Toddler boy wont eat anything apart from a grated cheese wrap. The grated cheese is emptied out onto the sofa where his digger can excavate it. So, late for pre-school then.
On the drive to school I spot a delivery van, the service rhymes with shitty mink (excuse the language). I follow it back as I get a feeling it’s going to my house. And so it is. The man very kindly drops off a cardboard box full of loose paint and floating tins. Bang goes my red coat, its now like a Jackson Pollock painting, luckily I opened the box in the porch. Very late for school.
I return home, several telephone calls from automated places which cannot be ‘cut off’. That’s handy if I suddenly needed the phone. Thanks automated telephone person. I finally make my phone call and I’m running late for Music Class. That’s when I join the King Harry temporary traffic lights, they have the longest cycle in the world. I was warned, I forgot.
30 minutes late for music, I enjoyed the last 8 minutes or so. Sob.
Lunch was fairly uneventful. We then had to go to the doctors for jabs. The heavens open. I get soaked. I sit in the car. Steaming the windows so I can’t drive. The sun comes out immediately. I am cursed.
A snapshot of part of my day. It has been full of joy, this is no April Fools. Although, I did manage to convince the hubby that someone had pinched his car tyres. He was about to call the police when someone told him it may be an April fool. So, it could have been worse, I would have been arrested for Police time wasting.