I am really tired. Bone tired, weary and exhausted. I don't often feel like that, thank goodness. The abysmal state of the world that is wearing me down. Maybe this is the real reason why I am so grumpy?
I am juggling to many plates, wear too many hats... My mummy hat is particularly worn out at the moment, frayed at the edges and shabby. I think I may have picked up a few too many filthy underpants. Here some "high"lights:
On Sunday, Alistair had a one hour tantrum, which started over dinner. I can't even remember what it was he was cross about but it was an impressive performance, which ended with him being sent to bed early. It was exhausting.
On Monday, I took Sam shopping for sports clothes because he had lost all his stuff and never bothered mentioning it until he had to go to the gym in his swimming trunks. I am not sure why I thought it was a good idea but after Decathlon, I suggested we pop into H&M to buy jeans and a few t-shirts and before I knew what was happening we had traipsed up and down Braehaed shopping centre (I loathe this place) and I spent £300 pounds on trainers, gym clothes, boots, jeans, tops, multivitamins, the lot. I am still in shock. It was exhausting.
Earlier on Monday, I spent 40 minutes waiting for James to find his rain coat on the school grounds - in the rain. I couldn't help because I had the dog. On the same day, James decided not to hand in the school disco money and return slip because he thought there was no money in it. I have no idea why. It was the last day of possible return. We still haven't found the rain jacket. It was exhausting (and wet).
On Tuesday, James and Alistair found a beer bottle on the playground. It was a full one. James thought it was a good idea to smash it against a tree but thankfully Alistair realised that it wasn't really and told me. James was sent back, wearing sturdy gardening gloves and carrying a double layered bag to pick up the glass. Meanwhile Alistair got the stern talk as he really should have stopped James. And yes, it was exhausting.
On Wednesday, Alistair was so urgent for the toilet that he wet himself half way up the front steps. It is a rare occurrence but both James and Alistair are bursting for the loo every single day when they come home from school. I don't know what stops them from using the toilets at school. These have recently been completely refurbished and should still be in an acceptable state. Need I say it? It was exhausting.
Everyday, Sam uses about 15 mugs. He is unable to re-use a mug or indeed bring any to the kitchen. He has been soaking clothes in the bath tub, leaving parmesan crusts in the shower room (dog treats?), wet towels on the floor, empty shower gel bottles in the shower....
Thursday has been ok so far but the day is still young. The weather is glorious and I have three sets of bedding drying in the sun.
Annie has been a pure delight except that she insisted on watching the Apprentice on the telly, which is about the most awful programme currently running. All those
Enough of this grumpiness, I'll be resuming my normal chipper service shortly. Any cheerful comment is highly appreciated. I may print each out and stick them on front door :-)