Sunday, January 18, 2004

What a week, what a weekend! Noble Spouse blotted his copybook on Thursday - by ringing me at work (when he had a "free" five hours in the middle of the day) to ask ME to make HIM a hair appointment. A quick opinion poll amongst friends reassured me that my reaction wasn't excessive. He got to the hairdressers in person before I got round to phoning them in my one-and-a-half hour late coffee break to see if he had made that appointment!

Friday night supermarket run, Saturday morning to town for three boys' haircuts at 8.30 am. Has to be this way - I'm too embarrassed by their bickering and boisterous behaviour to let them be in the shop at the same time as other normal customers! Then to Paisley to drop no.3 son off to a party, no.1 son off at orchestra, finally back to Glasgow to pick up a car wrench from the dealer and then home to do an eBay posting session at the post office with no.2 son. He assured me this took over an hour. It was actually under 15 minutes.

Got home to a message to say that dotty aunty had fallen on black ice on her way out to lunch with a friend. Noble Spouse spent the rest of the afternoon in casualty, but aunty was allowed home - it was thought she might go completely nuts if they took her into hospital. She still could need surgery on her skinned leg if it doesn't heal properly. She was arm in arm with a friend when the accident happened - so they both fell down - but yet again it raises questions as to whether she is really in need of residential care, where absolutely everything would be done for her and she would hardly go outside at all. She was apparently very confused in casualty.

No.2 son had a friend over for a sleepover for the first time last night. They got to sleep ludicrously late (of course!) and woke the other two at 5.25 am. The house was also substantially noisy. That little boy is going to become a man with a BIG booming voice, I just know it! Still, they were happy and didn't argue, and the little visitor certainly ate well. I presume that means it was a success.

Took no.1 son to an RSNO concert in the concert hall this evening - movie tunes, which we both thoroughly enjoyed. He was terribly tired after his early morning wakeup call, but will doubtless bounce back tomorrow!

I have a busy week ahead of me so it's time to stop now. I need to read up some notes about job evaluation.

Sunday, January 11, 2004

Ten days on, and we're back in our normal routines. So this weekend saw us going to string training orchestra yesterday, and I had to do the supermarket run on Saturday afternoon because Super Spouse was out at a society meeting on Friday night. Asda was packed!

Not having to go to swimming lessons this afternoon (because it's closed while the changing rooms are refurbished) made the afternoon positively laid-back. I appreciated that!

So what have we done? Well, not a lot. Washing and ironing. A couple of emails. Checking up on my Ebay postings. Recording some tenor lines for a choir-member. Cooking. Just generally existing, really. Sometimes it's good to have a weekend like this.

Next weekend, on the other hand! I can hardly bear to anticipate it. I must get the boys' hair cut. Then there will be string training orchestra, AND a party for no.3 son, AND collecting a friend of no.2 son -for his first sleepover invite. And very excited he is, too. All this before lunch on Saturday!

Time to phone home. More another time ...

Thursday, January 01, 2004

Happy New Year from Pseudo Supermum! Welcome to 2004, and I hope that all your dreams come true. If your aims and ambitions are realisable - even if they are just slightly out of grasp - reach for them anyway, and who knows where you'll end up.

Pseudo Supermum has just been hostess to Hubby's elderly auntie for five hours. I began cooking two hours prior to that - chicken pie, vegetable soup for her to take home (but Noble Spouse thought that might offend the daily carers, so it went into our freezer instead), steamed syrup pudding and custard - meanwhile, the bread machine did the bread for tea.

We watched the Sound of Music on TV this afternoon. Seemed a sensible idea to me - at least it kept the conversation roughly speaking "on track" - even if the track was more like a circular Brio train-set! How many times have I been asked when we return to school and work? Where we're going on holiday this summer? (hang on, we've just survived Christmas - I haven't CONTEMPLATED summer yet!) - or how the boys are getting on at school? How many times have I been asked how long it takes to tidy the lounge at night? But the best was yet to come. At tea-time, there were the five of us plus Auntie, sitting round the oblong table. All present and correct, two to each side and one at each end. She got it into her head that someone was missing, and I don't think we convinced her that no, we really, truly are convinced that we only ever had three boys and hadn't lost one between lunch and tea!

Aaaagh! Pseudo-Supermum really did try very hard indeed to be a good hostess all day, but by the time Noble Spouse took his auntie home, I was ready to run screaming down the garden!

Now the dishwasher is taking its turn for the third time today, the washer/drier is nobly tumbling some towels before another washing load goes in, and No.1 Son is tidying up his bedroom. I promised to help. Excuse me .....!