when I tried to type a sarcastic comment in Yay’s wiblog and it simply disappeared… twice.
I’m very glad it’s a sunny day today, even if it is toe-tinglingly cold. I mean, nothing seems quite so impossible when the sun’s shining on your back through a closed window, does it.. except perhaps the impossibility of getting up from that seat and going outside. Mind you, that’s what I had to do in rather a hurry this morning when someone set the fire alarm off. Brrrrrrrr.
It’s one of those days where there’s not much chance to stop and draw breath. This morning was a bit of a rush, getting the cakes all parcelled up ready for Tiddles to take in to school, and hurriedly ironing their school uniform which got sort of overlooked last night. I lost my non-contact at work and found myself taking – oh bliss, oh joy – a PE lesson with a group of adolescent and extremely hormonal girls, instead of sitting relaxing with a cup of coffee in the staffroom under the pretext of doing some preparation.
Quick dash home for some lunch (and a quick play on the computer) before I head off back to work, via the petrol station to save my be-hassled day being added to by a distinct lack of petrol in the tank. I shall have to make sure nobody spots me at work and assumes I’m there for the staff meeting. No, I am picking up TBF (Tiddles’ Best Friend) to bring him home overnight. Trouble is, I’m supposed to be picking Smudgelet up at the very same time. Thank heavens for friends who will go to the school and stand by the gates with a Smudgelet in hand until you get there. So dashing to and fro will be the perfect preparation for my Health and Safety exam which apparently will only take me about fifteen minutes. I’ve decided to go there while Smudgelet is at Beavers and Tiddles and TBF will just have to sit in the corridor and wait for me like good little boys.
Tiddles made an interesting observation the other day. Since giving up sugar for Lent, I have been far less prone to stress. Personally I think it is a combination of things: him getting less prone to tantrums and stealing and needing less direct attention; working part time finally getting me to a state where I feel a bit more on top of things; Dad finally reaching a stage where he is more accepting of his limitations rather than fighting them all the time and taking it out on me; Dad going away for a number of weeks after Christmas and me being able to get a weekend to myself; but definitely being off the sugar has had a seriously positive effect… even if it’s only that the increased sense of being in control has enabled me to keep ahead on the washing and ironing (yes, really!) and paperwork and keeping the house a little more tidy (well, we can’t expect miracles, can we?). Bravo for Lent. Even if I do have to resist the temptation to lick clean the plate that, until this morning, was holding Tiddles’ luscious chocolate-coated cake!