I’m starting to hallucinate slightly, but in a good way! I am very, very tired. I’ve just got back from a spree to Northampton where I’ve been to see the very wonderful Alan Ayckbourn’s ‘Man of the Moment’. When I tell you that a rather large girl in a wet suit tries to drown herself in a swimming pool in Act II you will understand that I have enjoyed myself immensely. It’s not every day you get to see that sort of thing.
I have laughed a lot. This is good. I needed to laugh a lot.
I have also found someone on the family tree who I really needed, and who, when I slotted him into place, clicked a lot of stuff open and meant I could trace another line of people back to the fifteen hundreds by glomming on to lots of other people’s work. Yay me!
On top of that I have actually managed to learn some useful Highway Code facts and come up with some strategies that might help me feel less hysterical next time I am in the driver’s seat. I am too tired to explain them now. Plus they are quite boring (not that it has ever stopped me before), but trust me when I say that I am certain that they will help a bit. And a bit is way more than I have at the moment.
My dad may also have found me a car. He and Jason are going to look at it on Monday. They are kind of quietly convinced that this is the one. Let us pray.
These are good things, along with the wonderful parcels of chocolate that Bevchen over at Confuzzledom sent me last week, and that Sharon sent me all the way from Australia this week, and which I have been too stressed and rude to acknowledge properly till now. So thank you guys for being rather brilliant in a chocolatey way.
Other good things include:
A dry day for Tallulah and minimal tantrums.
A house with only our children in for the first time all week.
The thought that in the morning Oscar is going to nursery and that because I have promised to take the children out in the afternoon that this is my get out of jail free card for arsing about on the internet all morning tomorrow.
On the negative side:
Tilly is still being petulant teen queen, although much more subdued by tea time. It’s hard work being petulant apparently. I wouldn’t know. I’m too busy being hysterical.
Oscar is still hitting and being horrible. One naughty step and one very public sending to bed with a house full of children watching were the remedies for that.
It is still rainy. My back garden is knee high in grass, clover and dock leaves and the ground squelches. No fun.
We had a swarm of flying ants today. Luckily outside, but still horrible. I hate them. Still, the children had great fun watching a very athletic spider catch some in a web and then cocoon it. Lovely.
And on that bombshell, I’m going to bed.
Yep. ’twas Flying Ant day in my part of the world too – I was sitting at the allotment surrounded by all the young queen ants leaving home for the first time to set up on their own.
Lovely to hear you had a good time at the theatre, made more progress with both the Family Tree and the HC, and may even have a car to drive.
My petulant teen queen spent many a happy (for me) hour in his room wallowing in the injustices of life. The battling one ditto, usually minus his comforter toy when very small and his computer when older so he could consider the error of his ways without distraction. Cruel Mummy, but totally unrepentant!
Ooh flying ants are unpleasant. We have been infested with caterpillars, leading Pudding to walk around exclaiming at every turn “ooh callapippers!”. Yay for a new car for you. That will be very exciting.
Mrs Jones
urgh!
Sharon
Well, as i say to my children ‘life isn’t fair’. It used to piss me off when my mum said it to me and now I get to pass it on to the next generation.
Ali
It will, eventually!