Not that I’ve wept, I hasten to add, but little things have been hard to dismiss and it annoys me that I can’t just let them pass like water off a duck’s back. Still, I kept my cool. I was nearly late picking Smudgelet up because I had to put Tiddles’ bike in the car boot to take to scouts and when I went to go in the garage I could hardly move for abandoned bikes and scooters all in a jumble. Then the Smudgelets decided to play “let’s see how long it takes to get mummy irritated”….. and soon discovered the answer!
Dad came round to babysit while I fetched Tiddles home. This morning I’d asked the boys to move two bags of garden rubbish off the lawn. They’d been gardening voluntarily on Sunday and had filled two huge green bags with leaves. They moved them off the grass and placed one of them on the doorstep, the other on the path. When Dad came round he interrogated me. Why precisely was there a big bag on the doorstep? Did it actually need to be there? Who had put it there, and why? Did I realise it had been there all day? (Mainly because we had actually been out all day!) Didn’t I realise it was in the way? What was it doing there in the first place?
AAAAAAAGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH!! I mean, he could have just moved the bag! When we got back from Scouts, he laid into Tiddles verbally about leaving bags where Grandad would fall over them (if he were totally blind and stupid enough not to notice a binbag full of leaves) and not having any common sense. While I may agree that Tiddles sometimes shows a limited amount of this commodity, I was a bit sorry for him getting it in the neck for basically doing what he’d been asked to do…. especially as it was actually Smudgelet who’d put the one on the doorstep! And then Dad lambasted Tiddles for walking past the lounge door and not saying goodnight on his way to bed. I pointed out that Tiddles was not actually on his way to bed, he was going into the bathroom to get changed into his pyjamas and would have come back to say goodnight to us both! That went down like a lead balloon. Little things, but very annoying.
And to add to the evening’s annoyance, I was harrassed on the way to Scouts by a crowd of teenagers. How sad that kids these day can only find enjoyment in disrupting the lives of others who are nothing to them. These decided to use their bikes and bodies to prevent me from driving down the road, to hurl abuse, to bang on my car bonnet with their hands and to swing their bikes into the side of my car. Thank goodness no real damage was done (or maybe that’s a shame!) Luckily I had my mobile handy so I simply rang the police. Children leaving bags on the step and forgetting to say goodnight suddenly pales into insignificance, doesn’t it?
My foot hurts and I want to curl up under the duvet and be a wimp.