Monthly Archives: October 2003

Would you believe it?

I have just woken with a horrendous coughing fit. Just couldn’t stop coughing. Had to get up and make myself a hot blackcurrent and fill a hot water bottle.

While waiting for the kettle to boil, I decided to risk looking for my passport again. It was a bit of a risk because I could get myself worked up and spend half the night looking, or at least not be able to go back to sleep, though I knew it was in the house somewhere and I HAVE to have found it by Friday to get my tickets for Dublin.

For some reason I opened the cupboard where I generally keep it. I hadn’t looked in there yet as I knew for a fact that I had not put it away after using it to open Smudgelet’s post office account a few weeks ago. But guess what? There it sat, smiling at me.. precisely where it was supposed to be!!!

God is good! But I do think He’s telling me to get a bit more organised next time. What do you reckon?

Right, my hot water bottle, my hot blackcurrent and my easy mind are going back to bed now. Here’s to a peaceful night.

Nooooooooooooo!

I have a dent in my new car.

The kids said the bumper was OK after the brick wall leapt out behind us on the school carpark. They didn’t think to look ABOVE the bumper, did they?

I have a dent in my new car! 🙁

Hey, what do you know…

The kid’s ahead on his homework. Not only that, he’s lecturing his friends on how important it is not to let homework slip behind! Success on a plate. Shame he was in trouble at school on Tuesday, but these things are inevitable I suppose, and I have to focus on how well he’s doing overall.

My kitchen is looking very…er… interesting. I have match-potted all over the walls. Shame none of the colours I have tried out actually go with the tiles, isn’t it? Hmmm…. I have been recommended to mix my own. Dare I? I like trying things out for myself, but if my first ever attempt at plastering is anything to go by…

I am busy packing for our trip to Dublin next week. Where on earth did I put my passport? I need it to collect the tickets! And how on EARTH did so many of our assorted clothes get themselves back into the ironing pile again? I wonder if Cliona would mind us being rather crumpled. Perhaps I could just throw everything in a suitcase and iron it when I get there.

And just a quick gloat. I have done more than HALF of my Christmas shopping! It’s even wrapped! Oh, OK, so it’s even sitting on my bed with the scissors, sellotape and wrapping paper alongside it, but it’s not bad going for October, you have to admit. By next week it will even have been delivered so that someone else has to find somewhere to store it all. 😀

Now to finish a letter which is way way overdue. Where do the weeks go? I am sure someone has stolen a few from all my free time and inserted them in my time at work.

Thought for the day: When walking up the steps between the hedge and the garage in the early hours of the morning, always check for huge cobwebs with spiders sitting in the middle of them at face height FIRST!

Perfect timing

Sick child the morning after my Dad – babysitter-in-chief – goes away for a fortnight. Deputy-babysitter is also sick, so it means I have to ring in and have a day off work again. Mind you, rather pleasant to be at home and be able to get on with the kitchen, which you see I am busy doing right this very minute.

It helps me steel myself for Sunday. Tiddles is so horrendously behind with his homework that we have come up with a plan. He is to get up on Sunday as though it were a school day (albeit a school day starting with a swimming lesson), and get dressed in his school uniform. Then he is to make a start and work solidly all day, with a break to play on his new bike mid morning, and a break at lunch. Three lots of Literacy, two lots of Science, one lot of Numeracy and one lot of Art, together with reading and spellings, should keep the two of us busy for an fair few hours. Good job I have fobbed Smudgelet off on some unsuspecting friend for the day. Serves the pair of them right for having a teacher for a mother.

Got annoyed at Cycling Proficiency the other night. Tiddles had to have some adjustments done to his bike before he was allowed to take the test today, so I nipped up there with the toolbox and adjusted the brakes and raised the saddle. I was not impressed when one of the other mums said to my son “That’s awful, expecting your Mum to work on your bike. Where’s your Dad, it’s his job?” Didn’t hear my son’s reply, but I couldn’t decide whether to be crossest at the sexism of the comment or the fact that the stupid woman hadn’t considered the fact he may not have a dad.

Another tantrum this week from Tiddles after a late night trying to catch up with homework – the homework for cycling without which he would not be allowed to take the test. The tantrum was fun. Three hours’ worth. There was a classic moment, though. He was incessantly kicking the bedroom door, hard, from the inside. I was trying valiently (and successfully) to ignore him completely and calmly help Smudgelet with his homework (counting pennies). Eventually, though, I decided enough was enough and I went and gave the door a single good kick from the other side. It had the desired effect – he was silent for a good twenty minutes. I think it was the shock of seeing his mother’s foot come right through the door panel! Oooops! With Dad babysitting the following night I had to think quick….. I have covered the entire door with colouring posters for the boys to colour any time they have a spare minute! I’d better do one of them, though, as if they press too hard on that one, the pencil might go through the paper! 😉

We are supposed to be going over for a visit to the mainland tomorrow. Hope Smudgelet has stopped sticking his head down the toilet by then.

Right…. off to try my hand at tiling.

Whinge

The night before my birthday and I am miserable as sin. Fancy having arthritis diagnosed the day before your birthday. I ache, and I feel old. How could the doctor do this to me? (OK, so it wasn’t his fault, but I have to blame somebody)

I’m not really looking forward to my birthday very much. I have a lovely little pile of cards from friends, so I shouldn’t feel so lonely really. And it was my idea that my sisters shouldn’t pay postage on my presents but should give them to me when I go to visit at the end of the month. But my father arrived at the door this evening, shoved an envelope in my hand and said “There’s some money in there, and your card, get yourself something for your birthday will you?” And I know he’s done nothing about organising the boys even to get me a card, let alone a present. Mind you, they’re six and two-days-short-of-eleven and they haven’t even thought of making me a card. Still, I’m taking us out to tea, and at least I can get some decorating done during the morning as long as I can ignore this niggling pain in my hip and back. Oh, and I have to do Tiddles’ homework with him – the one he keeps having tantrums over – as otherwise he’d have to do it on his birthday on Sunday.

Moan, moan, moan. I’m going off birthdays.

I shouldn’t complain, though. I have a new kitchen. It’s my birthday present to me and I love it. It’s just what I always wanted. I stand in there and just gaze adoringly at it. I wish I could wave a magic wand and transfer all the food, crockery and pans etc which are to go in the cupboards and which at present are totally cluttering up the bedroom and lounge. But one day it will all be done! And the joy of having a dishwasher is indescribable! 😀

And I bought myself a bunch of flowers which have to be, without a doubt, the most lovely flowers I’ve seen for a while. The bouquet was labelled “sorbet” and is an amazing mix of colours… green crysanths, pink and yellow carnations, and a single bright salmon pink daisy-like thingy (can’t think of the name) with some whispy greenery. Gorgeous.

My other birthday present to me.. hmmm…. dare I say it? I have filled in the form to get the card which is available at reduced rate to council employees. For £20 a month I can use any of the facilities at any of the leisure centres on the Island for free. And the crazy golf, and the swan boats. I wonder which I shall use most often, the gym or the sauna? 😉

Ah, what am I moaning about? A birthday’s just another day, and there’s plenty of fun things around to brighten my spirits.