Manic Mum
My life is chaotic. I mean, being a working mum is never a breeze, but this week is particularly challenging. The builders are still around (garage conversion to ‘boys playroom', knock-through from kitchen to dining room and new kitchen), and today in the house we have 3 builders, a carpenter, and 2 plumbers (one is a woman and I'm finding that weirdly gratifying).
If I can ever work out how to get the photos off my phone, you can see how it's all progressing. Can anyone fill me in on that, or should I just read the manual? (It drives Bob mad that I don't ever read manuals - but they are soooooo tedious I can't bear it, so I just get cross that I can't do stuff.)
We have also just had a monumentally busy weekend, which meant that Charlie didn't do his homework - although I tested his spellings on the walk to school and I think we're ok on that - plus, he's not decorated his egg for the school competition. He decided on ‘eggs in black' as his theme (as in ‘men in black' the movie), so a couple of suits and an alien was on the cards. Clearly it's just not going to get done. It's the thought of the amazing creations done by the offspring of alpha mums that really makes me depressed though.
And I won't even start on the whole work issue, as I'm hyperventilating even now...
So, this is later. The swimming lesson (for Thing 1 - Charlie) actually passed by peacefully for once. Usually I have to haul Thing 2 (Louis) into the car kicking and pulling my hair, whilst shrieking into the men's changing room at ‘Don't bother putting your socks on - just HURRY UP!!!".
I managed to by-pass that by threatening to cancel the tea at Luke's house - he's been counting down the days to that one.
So as long as I have something excellent on the horizon at all times we should be ok for tantrum aversion.
Sigh.