I’ve been awake since 5am. I woke up in a cold sweat in the middle of a dream where I was late to watch the girls in a show, Dad couldn’t park and we’d all missed the best bit. There were also people picking up toys from the grass and people everywhere (quite a lot of them arguing with me) making me feel somewhat squished in the brain department. Not exactly hard to work out what’s going on there then. I’m not at all struggling with the incessant round of child related things that are happening and feeling the pressure to a) turn up on time with all the correct children and their accoutrements and b) have a clue what’s going on.
This week so far:
Monday – After work visit Decathlon and Go Outdoors in an attempt to buy relevant items for Brownie camp. Fail to buy a ‘sitter’ and feel frustrated that nowadays for camp cutlery it’s a Spork or nothing. Mustn’t forget to bring the extra child home after school (specified one). First child being picked up by a friend. Hand over extra child at 5.15. Pick 3 children up from choir and deliver to respective homes. Make tea. Insist first child finishes homework. Listen to second child’s buggering sponsored read bobbins (don’t get me started). Read extremely long chapter of Hetty Feather to children. Wrestle children into bed. Collapse.
Tuesday – Mustn’t forget to bring extra child home after school. Second child at a friend’s house. On return of second child feed all children and myself to avoid vomiting at bootcamp. Repeat homework and reading as before. Go to bootcamp. Sit sweatily on bed and read extremely long chapter of Hetty Feather to children. Repeat wrestling and collapsing.
Wednesday – Leave work early to watch Sports Day. Remember to buy cake. End up adding up scores for Panther team for Sports Day which leaves me with feeling of slight guilt in case I gave them too many points. They came second which I think is a perfect result. I don’t look like I exaggerated the points and yet daughter’s team very happy. Walk to fields and have a picnic for a friend’s daughter and eat cake and strawberries (Hooray!). Pick up child number one from yoga. Frantically try to glue in photos, cuttings and various things that were stuck to the fridge into Arts Award portfolio with eldest daughter as it’s a week late, while cooking dinner badly and trying to ignore the carnage that is my house. Have a rant about the mess and no-one picking up socks from kitchen floor. This includes me. Insist child number one does guitar practice (twice a week is fine right?). Read, wrestle, go singing. We skipped the school disco thankfully. There’s only so much Gangnam Style I can take.
Thursday – Wake up ludicrously early and instead of doing housework, having a shower or making packed lunches use time effectively by finishing Bridget Jones – Mad About the Boy. Ah that’s why I’m writing in this weird stilted style with no joining words. It was good though – cried a lot.
In a minute I have to start properly: not forget to send child to school with guitar, do the usual and then end the day watching eldest child get yet another award for attending extra curricular activities. Must remember to buy her another folder for more certificates. Must also fit in exercise as I can’t go to bootcamp tonight. Which is tricky because my stomach hurts when I cough. Or move.
Two weeks two days to go until the holidays, and counting. Not that I’m off work much but at least I can leave everyone in pyjamas watching Little Princess with a bagel. Until at least 1.30.