Thought my husband was taking the boys to school this morning. Then he tells me he can’t because he has to take some building supplies back?
Ok, I get dressed, made up and shoed in minutes only to be told he IS taking them to school! – By the expression on his face I gather that was the plan all along.
Later I go to the post office; the lady behind the counter wants 27 pence – turns out she wants 47 pence.
School-run next. I pick up Chris our youngest boy first; he comes through the school gates cheeks blazing with the heat and all excited and tries to tell me something about his friend and tomorrow. I think its about a party – no it’s not he says. I ask him if he wants his friend coming over tomorrow. – It’s not that either. He tells me again and it still looks like party. I mention this to him. His hands are all balled up by now and his mouth set in an angry line. I can see him struggle and he can’t hold it in any longer ‘F__k!’ He says with passion - At least that’s what I think he said. Anyone can understand his frustration but he is 10 and I’m his mother so I do the motherly thing and tell him that I hope he isn’t swearing. He stomps off ahead of me. I think I read that one right!