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Tomorrow, (Friday) I’ll be 40 and a bit. What are my plans for this most prestigious of days? Well I’ll go to work, come home, pick up the kids from school, take H10 to her tennis windup, then crack open the Strawberry Daquiri mix that I got for my birthday last year.
When I recover (sometime on Saturday) I need to start getting ready to go on “The Holiday”. Our destination? That’s for me to know and you to find out.
Life was a bit hard this morning. I have been up most of the night trying to cough up a lung without success, so I wasn’t functioning all that well. C6 was also pretty distracted this morning and seemed to think that “Hurry up and eat your breakfast” sounded a lot like “Go and play with your Batman toy” and that “Go and get dressed” sounded a lot like “Time to play with your racing cars”. I tried to help by packing his bag, and then we had this conversation:
Me: C6, where is your water bottle?
C6: What water bottle?
Me: The water bottle you take to school.
Me: Did you leave it at school?
C6: Leave what at school?
Me: YOUR WATER BOTTLE!
C6: I told you, I don’t know where my water bottle is!
(I just happen to look down)
Me: What’s that by your feet?
C6: What feet?
Me: YOUR FEET!! THE ONES AT THE END OF YOUR LEGS!!!
C6: I don’t see anything
(Grabs childs head and points it in the direction of waterbottle)
C6: Hey! It’s my water bottle! Did you put that there?
Me: JUST GET DRESSED, OKAY!!!
No wonder so many mothers have nervous breakdowns. Pass the valium, would you. I’m going to have a good lie down.
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