About to go and turn the day around by doing something constructive and nice with the children. But before I do let me get off my chest the grr moments of the day so I can be a positive and happy wife and mother for the duration of the day 🙂
Had another truly crap nights sleep last night – Scarlett woke at 10pm while I was watching catch up on E4 of Desperate Housewives – seem to have totally missed at least one episode somehow – must get back on track on Wednesday :-). I went to bed at 11 and Ady came to wake me at 12.30am. I sat with her for an hour and a half until 2am reading blogs on my laptop and commenting on odd ones here and there. Then could not get back to sleep for ages (bizarrely thinking about my list of people I would have a free pass for if ever I met them IRL!) before getting up again before 7am as both kids were already up and about and Ady was leaving for work. 🙁 So am in a semi-fog today anyway with a whole ‘I really can’t be arsed’ attitude to pretty much everything.
Had to get some food shopping so we went over to Asda (Davies’ choice) where they were both irritating rather than badly behaved but as I had picked an unsteerable trolley, Scarlett wanted to hug me the whole time and Davies (who sits in the main bit of the trolley for his own protection as he does not look where he is walking and is always getting in the way of other shoppers and will be lucky to see his fifth birthday due to risk of serious trolley related injuries) kept standing up and poking her 🙁
Seemed to take forever to buy not a lot (expensive not a lot too by the total!) and then just as we were about to load it into our car I spied some friends walking towards us across the carpark. I was dressed in my scruffiest, don’t usually leave the house in clothes, hair unbrushed, minimal make up, huge under eye bags, desperate for a wee and with two children who were DEMANDING their sweets at high volume. In complete constrast, of course, Julia looked stunning – she’s lost weight, had her hair all streaky and choppy cut, was wearing flattering and high fashion clothes and accompanied by her very very attractive husband (I saw very very attractive cos he is – totally not my type, and very aware of his own attractiveness and cocky with it). We stopped and chatted, exchanged phone numbers, did the brief HE chat (when does Davies start school? Oh he wouldn’t start til September (not lying but also not telling the truth either, invaluable for those times when you really can’t be doing with the whole conversation!) which school (bugger, forgot they live near enough to have their daughter at the school he probably would go to) erm, well actually he’s not going, I’m going to HE them. Cue is that legal? How do you know what to teach etc etc etc) before I chucked the kids and the shopping in the car, drove home bouncing in my seat and dashed in to the loo as soon as we got home. Well after seeing the postman with two parcels for me!
We listened to Baroque for Babies on the way – again a real hit with both of them. Scarlett likes to bounce around doing car seat dancing and Davies likes to know what the song is called, tell me what sort of emotion he feels from listening to it and try to identify some of the instruments. Good buy those cds 🙂
The parcels were a bundle from Jules including the Dora outfit and some pjs for Tarly. Sadly she had just woken up from a five minute sleep in the car and was in a very cross frame of mind so not overly appreciative of it – will photo her in it tomorrow. The other one was the last bit of an amazon order and was this book bought to make up the delivery to get free p&p and tie in with his questions about evolution. It is actually excellent and has already been read to them once.
Put the shopping away, did lunch and have randomly shouted at them, tried to read and play with them but got annoyed with them for not sitting still or listening and come to hide in here! Have also spent time getting very pissed off with my own lack of knowledge and ability on all things techie – helped loads by Jax in her usual patient, unpatronising way (thanks again 😉 ) but so frustrating to have to ask for help at every stage and be literally spoonfed each bit of it.
Have also been taking phonecalls from Miranda to whom I emailed across a four week plan of what I propose to do for my money this month, she has approved and has been trying to set me up an email address for her business. So more internet related angst going on there 🙁
Right, enough wallowing! Off to gather those children onto my knee and read some stories to them. May or may not be back later 🙂
Oh, I hate those moments – I think I’ve even blooged various rants about them – we with hair unwashed, baggy eyes, knackered cos I’d been putting work hours in at 3am, play-doh behind my nails, looking and feeling like shit, and you turn up at Brownies, and every one else is wearing heels, nice clothes, make-up, styled hair etc. We all love you though, Nic. Also totally identify with the techie incompetence. Sigh
Comment by Joyce — 14 March 2005 @ 4:20 pm
Nic when we pay the final amount for our static caravans ask to be next to me and Joyce then socialising will be easier at night LOL I’m taking my baby monitor although June said she will probably go to bed early and stay in the van most nights anyway hehe LOL So Joyce and I will keep you company. 🙂
Comment by Karen b — 14 March 2005 @ 4:53 pm
About 6 months ago I bumped into an old school friend whilst in Tesco. At the time Titch was half-in and half-out her buggy yelling and Pip was chucking a rare stroop which I had exacerbated by calling her the unforgivable ‘stroppy Poppy’. I had grubby-toddler-finger-mangled hair and a blatant snotty food ‘smear’ across my shoulder and down the front of my ‘gym t-shirt'(= read old PJ top) I was wearing as I had come straight from the gym creche- so I was also a *bit* sweaty- and collected Pip from my Dad. I had literally *dived* into Tesco just to grab something.
SHE had lost about half her body weight and doubled her IQ since I last saw her (at least that’s what her current career versus her anticipated career on school leaving suggested) AND to top it all had just come back from a bloody charity trek up Kilimanjaro. I swear she had a glint in her eye as she took my number and guess what?- she never called! I cringe whenever I think of that especially as I know she will have told all my old school friends. I can hear her now- “…and she’s put on SOOOOO much weight (true), her children can’t have had an additive-free meal since they were born based on their behaviour and I think she’s joined a strange religous group (it really is that enlightened round here!) because they don’t go to school you know……” :0(
Comment by heather — 14 March 2005 @ 6:45 pm
rofl Heather – and you Nic. Thankfully I don’t have any old friends (they all abandoned me years ago), and I make a point now never to talk to anyone just for the sake of it, I don’t have the time or energy for pleasanteries!
anyway, why am I here? Oh yes, I know. I have a governors’ meeting tonight, taking the laptop to do the minutes, and *if* I’m online please ping me, I think it would be hilariously funny to be nattering at the same time. Will need the light relief! Still don’t know why I’m still *on* the bloody governors (it’s Anna’s old/part-time school) but they like having me there as the HE representative. I make it my personal mission to disagree with most things they say. and I’m telling you all this because I’m putting off going, not to mention the fact that I daren’t write it on my blog cos I know at least one person there who reads it!
Ah, I love taking over others’ passworded spaces for my personal rants!
Comment by Sarah — 14 March 2005 @ 6:53 pm