Don’t you just hate it when you’ve worked really hard on typing up something that you really didn’t want to write and which took blood, sweat and tears before you got the wording precisely how you wanted it…. only to find out that your printer’s out of ink?!
Still, at least I can email it to myself at work and print it out using their ink and paper (without the slightest smidgeon of guilt seeing as I print off enough stuff for school at home). I pulled myself together this evening (after getting an email from Flylady telling me it was anti-procrastination week) and wrote half a dozen begging letters to various charitable institutions which might consider helping with Tiddles’ school fees. Not something I enjoyed doing but I guess it’s doing wonders for my humility, of which I am very proud ;). I think the worst thing about asking people to help financially is that I then feel incredibly guilty that we’re going to France in the summer, even though I know it’s something that the boys and I need as a family and that it’s not really that much more expensive than a holiday at home.
I can’t use the same excuse for indulging in a Thorntons this afternoon, but Honorary Auntie M and I were both feeling rather fed up and decided that fed up friends needed feeding up. We both needed to go into town anyway, so it was a good excuse. She was fed up after being let down rather majorly by someone who’d volunteered to organise a big event and has dropped out at the last minute, I was fed up after a morning of teaching children who, quite frankly, did not want to make any effort whatsoever to do anything and did little all morning except moan and whinge and complain. “Do we have to do this?” “It’s too hard, I don’t get it” “I don’t want to use a dictionary, if you won’t tell me how to spell the word then I’ll just spell it wrong” “Why?” (sorry, remember to read this with the correct intonation – an elongated YYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY which starts high, dips and then rises again) and the classic “I don’t do it the way you said, miss, I’ve got my own way. I’m stuck. I don’t want to listen to you saying to do it the way you taught us, I want you to explain to me how to do it my way, cos it’s better than yours.”