We’ll just gloss over that one shall we?

It’s not been the best of days really. Which probably serves me right for being all drunken and smug about motherhood last night ;).

Ady did some outsidey stuff first thing which seemed to take bloody forever. I know he emptied his car out but I lost interest in what else was happening. The children were playing with plasticine and I was being bad tempered.

Finally we got ourselves together and it being practically lunchtime we decided to go and do a bit of a south coast charity shop run as both Davies and I need new coats. I genuinely need a decent coat due to not owning one and needing one for nature type endeavours during the winter and bloody cold weather conditions during the summer when camping. Davies doesn’t actually need one as he has one but it is soooo school coat style, doesn’t suit him and has these reflective stripes on the sleeves which wreck any photos with flash so clearly a new one is a priority 😆 Or perhaps I could craft him one from old jeans, or dead woodland creatures pelts or woven home baking or something ;).

This was a mistake.

Despite being told we were visiting shops with the express purpose of coat purchasing, we would not be buying any soft toys and that being giddy in charity shops would not be tolerated both children seemed incapable of processing this. Scarlett ended up in tears at least twice as a result of me bawling her out. Davies did fairly well until we stopped following a lorry with incovered haybales which were shedding bits of hay and amusing him. He then cried. Not just gentle weeping either, full on wailing and sobbing with blotchy eyes and everything. Ady irritated me by simply breathing and I was a paragon of calm and peacefulness.

Don’t believe me? Ok then I am on day one of mooncupness and a totally irrational irritable bitch from hell. But crying over bloody haybale trucks? Not listening when told not to ask for a soft toy puppy at £1.50 carrying stains from three previous owners? Breathing? Criminal activities fully deserving of rantiness I’m sure you’ll agree!

We came home and I sat not talking to anyone for a while, popped out to send a book sold on amazon marketplace and faithfully promised would be sent on Saturday and then ordered a replacement clock mechanism for my clock which is still not working.

Davies went off to Beavers, Ady took him and within ten minutes I’d had a phonecall from them to say he’d hit his head and wanted to come home. I ran round there – well actually I ran to the end of the road, required artificial respiration before I could continue any further and then walked sedately to the church hall to collect him. It turned out he had been tripped up then pushed over by Matthew, terrorist of first Sompting Beavers. I asked in a rather cold tone if it had been dealt with and was assured he’d been told off and his father had still been there when it happened. Davies had left his coat in there so we went in and I’d slipped into full on wanting to kill the six year old boy mode (some of you may have witnessed this in me before, at Kessingland for example last year, or at Magical Mondays with certain individuals) and this seemed to have been sensed by the other adults who’d formed a sort of protective circle around Matthew. The leader came over to apologise to me and I asked again if it had been dealt with and was told yes Matthew had been given his final warning. This is clearly bollocks as I was present and eavesdropping last week when Matthew’s mum was told he’d been given his final warning. For me, if his dad was still there when this happened he should have been directed home with his father, but still…

Davies and I walked home with me in full on rant about ‘Noone NO ONE hurts my children and gets away with it’ mode – clearly this was not the right day for Matthew to have messed with someone I care about, they were right to form a human forcefield around the little shit! Ady was far more rational, telling Davies we should feel sorry for Matthew and that clearly he isn’t loved enough otherwise he would have a higher self opinion and feel like he should be liked and act like someone who should be liked rather than acting like someone who no one should like because he probably felt like he didn’t deserve to be liked. Davies was confused saying how he always is nice to Matthew, I was angry saying what Matthew needs is a @*@!”£ good hiding and Ady was being all sensitive and new-man about the whole thing. Scarlett, who takes more after me was asking to go round there and sort Matthew out herself 😆 Oh I’d be crap at dealing with the playground politics at school :lol:.

Davies appeared not seriously hurt anyway, he recovered fairly quickly and I think was just in a poor frame of mind for being hurt. Ady made hot chocolate for both the children, which Scarlett managed to drop, over her, me, the sofa and the floor. I imagine you can already picture the tolerance, understanding, patience and great sense of humour I demonstrated at this :oops:. After Ady had Ady-machined, I’d washed off the sofa cover in the bath, stripped off my hot chocolated clothes and calmed down we managed a nice end to the day with a bit of Relax Max and some of the tv show with Chester Zoo in it (no idea what it’s called).

Tomorrow we have Sunday of our deferred weekend and the aim is to get out bright and early and do something nice. Hopefully I’ll be in the right mental state for such things and it will all work out.