Crappy Mother’s Day!
Not all bad, but not the best of days so far…
Firstly I have to point out that this is the second time I have written this post. For the first time ever I did not select all then copy the text before I hit save as I always do when writing anything, and this is the first time ever that Wordpress did not save my post despite me hitting ‘Save and Continue Editing’. Nor did it save my page automatically. This really sucks. Really it does. Instead I got a blank page and the post I had previously spent half an hour writing had vanished. Honest.
Anyway, I digress. This morning I awoke at a decent hour (i.e. after 7am) to find a lovely card and some very expensive alcoholic choccies waiting for me. I am supposed to be dieting but I have a real penchant for chocolate - none is safe from me in this house - so it was a nice pressie nonetheless.
I then proceeded to make breakfast and do some washing up, and started to blitz the lounge at about 10am before the shopping was due to arrive at around 11am, whilst Steve was doing a spot of gaming. Tesco arrived a little early and I left the boys in the computer room with Steve while I created a huge mountain of bags into the lounge, ready to take through to the kitchen at the back.
Thinking I may get some help carting said bags into the kitchen and perhaps even some help putting it away - it is Mother’s Day after all - I began the task alone and soon found myself surrounded by little boys screaming for ’snacks’ and fighting, emptying food all over the floor; something they always do when the shopping arrives. I looked up to see Steve vanishing upstairs offering to put my phone on charge - it is now after 3pm and he still hasn’t come back down again.
It took me just over an hour to put all the shopping away, then I gave the boys a snack and finished tidying the lounge. I made soup for lunch, but the boys decide that it is far too much fun to keep the soup in a bowl, and instead spread it all over the table, floor and themselves.
I cleaned this all up but was dismayed to hear Nicholas’s shouts of “Gabe’s got poo everywhere” and find that is indeed the case. Gabriel decided that he would yet again delve into his nappy and pull out the contents, and had placed a few ‘malteasers’ in his weeble campervan, and squished the rest into the carpet with his feet. Nicholas also had poo on his jeans and feet. Such is my day so far.
My Mum has had a better day, thankfully; cards from us and the boys, and flowers with a vase that we sent via Interflora. As an extra bit of luck she also received another lovely bunch of flowers, again with a card from us, possibly by mistake but we are not complaining! Here is a piccy of them:
I don’t usually pass on Mother’s Day texts, but one I received was particularly helpful when having a bad day and feeling very neglected:
Motherhood’s a tough 24-hour job. No pay, no days off, often most unappreciated and yet resignation is impossible! So send this to anyone who’s a TERRIFIC Mum and let her know she’s wonderful.
Loving this song right now too - today is a Keane day.
Now to make dinner…
