WHAT A BANK HOLIDAY!
SuperSpouse went to Croydon then Dover yesterday, so he and his pals could ride the Belgian Coast Tram today.
Last night, therefore, it was me that took Cello-Kid back to his halls of residence. Got halfway there, had to turn round for a black shirt that he needed, then back to the halls we went again ... Boys!
Today? This morning I insisted we had to be out of the house by 7.50 am. I was ready and shouting for the boys by 8 am. They had already been ready for at least 5 minutes but spent another ten buzzing up and down stairs getting things they'd forgotten.
Off we went. I didn't know there was a diversion meaning I couldn't go along the Renfrew Road. Back we went and tried a different way. Reached the childminder, late. I was then seriously delayed in traffic. Got to work a mere 5 minutes late, which was a miracle but not good enough. At least I didn't get ticked off. (I'm a grown woman, a professional career-woman, of nearly 50, but scared of getting in trouble for poor timekeeping. Wo-man or wo-mouse?)
The working day was unremarkable. I got in the car and set off to collect the boys from the childminder. I thought I had an hour to take them to McDonald's and then to the school concert. Not so. Traffic was horrendous. When I got to the childminder's, Viola-Kid informed me that he had to be at school half an hour early. Right. We did it, somehow, guzzle guzzle guzzle ...
Eventually, we got back home again after the concert. SuperSpouse rang up to say he'd been to Belgium and back, but somewhere since leaving Glasgow airport, he has lost his car-key. And he didn't care about my stupid, pathetic failure to get out of the house on time because anything I had to say was unimportant and petty. And all my own fault in any case. Right again.
Well, since then I've found the spare car keys. After which, I discovered that Viola-Kid actually had homework to do ... and while I was being berated for my inadequacies, the boys had done their own thing so now Saxophone-Kid AND Viola-Kid were late for bed.
Excuse me while I scream. They only have to be up EARLIER than 7 am tomorrow morning, so we can be out of the house EARLIER than 8.10 am and I can get to work EARLIER than 5 minutes late.
Okay, I'll go and have a coffee then a bath. I think I've had enough of today.