Thursday, 1 July 2010

Ok. Not such a fabulous day today. Began this morning and got gradually worse. First off, I couldn't find my car keys, which also had my works keys on too. Nick's fault, as he used them last night because he drove my car. 8.40am Corey should have been at school by then and I'm running round screaming, a) because he was still messing around and not getting ready for school, and b) my darling husband wasn't answering his phone to explain the whereabouts of my missing keys. In the end I had to phone my mum to take Corey as I was running incredibly late at this point. Eventually found the keys in Nick's pocket of his jeans. Exactly the kind of thing he goes mental with me for doing! *sigh*
So....in my rush to get to work, I think I must have left half my tyres at the junction of our road, as in my haste I left in a cloud of burning rubber. Proceeded to floor it down a country lane I was using to take a short cut, and nearly missed my turn off, which required what can only be described as a handbrake turn and nearly scared to death the poor guy coming out of said turn off. The ABS didn't sound too happy either. To top it all off, when I finally got too work, I managed to park my car in the front wall. Again. And proceeded to do EXACTLY the same thing when I came back from lunch. Well. I'm short. I can't see the bonnet. Nick must have altered my seat last night. Well let's blame him anyway.
The rest of the day went ok, until later in the afternoon, when I got a frantic phonecall from Sian demanding that I phone the school tomorrow. First thing. Panicstricken she was. Completely suicidal. I was terrified. Why was I to phone the school? Because she and her friend (who are going on an adventure weekend with her school year) despise the girls they have been put in a dorm with. So now I have to think of a tactful reason as to why my daughter and her friend are not to share a room with these girls and phone the school to explain. Her reason? They're not 'hygenic.' Point taken. Definitely her mother's daughter!

Oh, and did I get an apology from my hubby about the keys? Did I heck. I got a slap on the arse and a stupid grin!

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