Current mood:

crazy

Do you ever have one of those days where you just look back and think did that really happen??!!

Despite praying for the phone call, we went off to DS's football match in torrential rain and wind. When we arrived, we discovered that the match after ours was cancelled as we (I say we, I mean the boys) would churn up the pitch making it unplayable afterwards. Spent 45 mins standing under a tin roof with no sides in my very attractive waterproof trousers before dashing off to March to take DD to her second birthday party of the weekend. Children cost you a fortune one way or another. Last weekend it was football subs, stuff for DD's forthcoming own party (a T-shirt decorating one) and new trainers for DS. This week it was 2 birthday presents plus petrol for the 50 mile round trip and football subs.

DS came home in a strop from the 9-0 defeat, which I of course made worse by unreasonably asking him to have a shower as he was soaked through and muddy as a pig.

Upon collecting DD, I made the snap decision to go to the local garden centre in town since I had time for once, probably the only time before Xmas, to get some new plants for my parents' present from my brother an myself (his dazzling idea) for their conservatory to replace the manky ones which have been there 15 years.


Having picked the ones I wanted and agreeing the price with bruv on the phone, I told kids to stay in the greenhouse with the low trolley/cart by desired plants whilst I went to counter to ask for assistance lifting them out. A very nice lady followed me back to find DD standing in the trolley with her foot stuck out of her new party sandals (my mum ha only bought her on Wednesday) covered in mud, squawking at DS that he'd "told" her to do it. Have you ever had to as calm as you like whilst wishing secretly in your head that you could kill someone? Or in my case, 2 people.

I paid. The lady and another boy help us out to the car. I suddenly think - oooh big plants, smallish car. I discovered the back seats of my car split to fold down, which my mother told me they didn't do. Bonus. Flaw - I had to rapidly remove parcel shelf; discover the scooter I have bought for DD's birthday is still in the boot cos I forgot to take it out and hide it, and that we can't get the plants in the car. Shit. 

So I had to take kids back into town to great-grandparents (in-law) and when I get there, DS is being a pain, I'm embarrassed and trying to hurry to get back to shop and I jarred my wrist on the gate which unbeknownst to me was locked.

I race back to the garden centre, finally get the plants in my car, but with my seat as far forward as it will go so I have to drive with my knees round my ears, and make a joke of my new years resolution to be think before we buy. They probably thought I was a right twat.

I got home all the while aware that I've somehow got to get these over in secret to Wisbech and it'll have to be when the kids aren't with me. So not hidden on Christmas Eve as planned then. As I'm thinking I'll take them to my grandparents the week before the big X before picking kids up from mums when she has them whilst I'm working, and tell my brother I've done my bit, and when he comes home for Christmas, as it was his idea, he can go and get them from grandparents and hide them in the shed until Christmas......... I was so busy grumbling to myself that I got quite a shock when I turned around and saw this big white shaved dog (I don't know the breed but it looked scary) staring at my bottom. I jumped and made a squeak tried to walk/run back to the house until it went away, it started following me and barking. Aaarrggghhh. I didn't know where it came from, so I stood and watched from my kitchen window as it sniffed my front grass and piddled up my car wheel. I'm OK with dogs, but only if I know they're friendly and this one was loose, big and had already barked at me, so I wasn't going anywhere until I was sure it was gone. This was a good half an hour.

After making sure the coast was clear, I hefted them into my conservatory, although I'll have to move them next week to hide them a) form Mum when she brings b) her dog round to stay (I like her dog). I had a super struggle trying to get the parcel shelf back into the car, before arriving to get the kids and find DD had been holed up in the loo, constipated as you like. Deep joy.

Once home, I had a 90 minute ironing spectacle. I had bought myself a new iron this week, but I still wasn't impressed.

Thus ends my tale of woe. Tum te tum.

Skippy xx