I’ve had a bit of a hiatus over the summer. This is due to a combination of having The Scoundrels at home for the holidays and seeing my arse about many things in life.
I also took a break from social media and discovered that I get so much more done when I’m not watching cat videos. I love and hate Facebook in equal measure. I looked at some posts of families having A Lovely Time and muttered bitterly to myself, because I KNOW that they are really sat weeping in a corner, with a bottle of gin, next to a chuff chart etched with their own blood, counting the days until the kids go back to school.
This was pretty much my summer;
- I dyed the boys’ hair
- We had Days Out
- I spent an inordinate amount of time at skate parks
Obviously none of these things went smoothly…
The hair dye I thought was semi-permanent was not. It was permanent. Permanent. It took two goes with L’Oreal Natural Brown to restore some semblance of order. Actually it did little to disguise the fact one had previously had red hair and the other one purple.
Days out were either in the hissing down rain or spending a fortune at indoor activity venues because of the hissing down rain, or involved them being utterly bored and moaning about how evil I was making them do something that did not involve technology. The rest of the time I spent hours sitting in skate parks around the North West of England watching The Scoundrels avoid certain death by a whisker. It was so bloody stressful.
All this meant that by the time September rolled around I was broken. Into many, many, many tiny pieces. Teeny tiny fragments of weeping mess and snot. I’m just about recovered. It’s not been pretty.
One positive has emerged over the summer break though. The good thing about The Scoundrels getting older is that they entertain themselves so much more, so physically I’m not so worn out. The bad thing is they need ferrying everywhere so cognitively I really struggled. There are occasions where I have to get friends to collect the kids from school or various sporting activities because I can’t remember how to drive or if I can remember how to drive I can’t remember where I’m going. One of the buggerations of this sodding illness is that I have to go through a medical every three years to make sure I’m fit to drive. It’s a pain in the arse if I’m honest.
It’s all the more reason I need to make shedloads of money so I can hire a chauffeur.
So do excuse me, I need to find a really well paid job that I can do from home between the hours of 10.00am and 11.30am, term time only, with 6 weeks paid holiday. Should be a cinch 😉