All in all I had an incredibly quiet (and boring) weekend. Kids behaved… to an extent and His Lordship only sulked on Saturday because he was bored.. which is a massive improvement. Still can’t quite grasp why we actually fork out £65+ each month for Sky and Setanta so he can be “bored” but hey… who am I to question the thinking of a man. The idea that he actually thought at all is a bit of a novelty….fingers crossed this will eventually expand to putting the kettle on!

Monday was again a bit of a non event. My eldest sprog had his 15th birthday and sulked all the way through it. To cut along story short, he is grounded and he objected to being made to stay in. Omg… 15! Im too young to have a 15 year old surely! Where has all the time gone?
I remember sitting up in my sisters loo staring at this stick as a little pink line emerged shaking. Going downstairs and showing her and watching her turn as white as a sheet and then me questioning how the hell I was gonna tell me Mum and Dad.

You see…. when I go out to shock… I REALLY go out to shock in a big way. I met my husband only 8 weeks before and everything seemed to be going normal…. until he proposed to me…… 10 days after we met. Me… like a muppet… agreed! We waited until the end of the month, met up on my day off from work, went to the local registry office… and booked our wedding for 2 and a half months later. Then I went home to break the news to my poor Mum.

There she was.. in the kitchen, drumming up some kind of weird and wonderful concoction for dinner. Mum was a great cook…. come to think of it so is my Dad…. I must have inherited a dodgy gene. There was no easy way I was going to break this baby to her… so I just blurted it out. Mum started shaking, and was mindlessly pacing between the cooker and the sink and saying OMG OMG! Then she came out with the killer question…. “Are you pregnant?”. I protested my innocence, telling her we were getting married because we wanted to and not because we felt we had to (oh how foolish that sounds … if only I knew then what I know now!)

So there was Mum, ringing around family and friends telling them and insisting it was a “posh” wedding. But within a few weeks, I had to tell her… the wedding was no longer so posh. Actually, both Mum and Dad took it really well. They both loved His Lordship and I suppose they thought Id be popping sproglets sooner rather than later anyway.

But that was nearly 16 years ago now. So much has happened and I dont feel a day older. Actually that is a huge lie. I DO feel older. The crows feet are kicking in, Im finding the odd grey hair. The kids wanna go over the park and I just wanna sit on the sofa in me dressing gown watching the Antiques Roadshow crocheting doilies! I got me prunes for the morning and cod liver oil tablets in the cupboard, and me house is starting to smell of violets!

Tuesday was nightmare day. Anything that could go wrong… did! Number 2 son threw a huge strop going to school, the dog trashed my kitchen, my phone packed up and then I get given a message via GG on messenger to go pick up eldest as he was ill. His Lordship actually had the sense to ring someone who would be online to see if I were there! Trouble is.. his school is miles away… and I dont have the car. No buses run the way I need so I have to walk.. there and back. By the time I get home Im close to collapse.. but I only had an hour before I had to go out yet again to pick the other cherubs up! By 3.30.. Im aching… all over. I can hear me bed, but the kids want feeding. I tried to reason with them… told them to stop being unfair. I fed them last Thursday after all, but they werent having any of it and threatened that if I didnt give them some bread and water they would start eating the pc desk! They couldnt pick the coffee table could they? They hit me where it hurt.

Kids! Who’d have em?

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