Wow. I've been in a bad mood the last few days.
One of those
moods that you take out on other people (public apology to Hugh, patient
husband), that you can't seem to shake off, even though you know you
should. Because on paper you should be happy, your children are happy
and healthy, you have a nice place to live, food on the table, even the
sun in shining... but no, you still hunch your shoulders and slam down
cups because you've done the washing up EVERY night and it's NOT FAIR.
I tried to pull myself out of the grump today by doing a photo an hour project - like I did around this time last year... but I even failed at that - kind of gave up around 3pm.
This is how today went...
8.48 - Grapefruit, my daily half.
9.10 - Henry helping or hindering...?
9.50 On the bus, on the way to the 'Pirate Park' (otherwise known as the Diana Memorial playground - as blogged about here).
10.30 - At the playground... did actually manage to read a bit of the paper.
10.50 - Tunnel
11.30 - Huge thunder clap equals mass exodus from the playgound.
11.50 - On the way home on the bus... had to fold the buggy so Henry and Coco had a whale of a time at the back of the bus.
12.35 - Multi-tasking had disastrous consequences. Nearly cried. The cup-less saucer will now just have to become part of my plate wall.
1.55 - Watching the Olympics. Hugh was going to put up the cabinet he is half holding, but we realised we've lost the key so we can't open it to put anything in it! Considered phoning the removal men who packed it up for us in 2009, but I don't think they'd really be able to help us...
Haven't got an un-broken cup to put in it though, so I don't 'spose it matters (I feel like I'm starting to sound a bit like Eeyore now)
1.59 - Meanwhile I try to sort out a pile of random papers in the kitchen.
14.36 - Coco playing French bingo (solo).
Of course, in hindsight we did have quite a nice day really... after the solo bingo Coco asked to go swimming (or whined to go swimming would be a more accurate description) so we did, and we went in the car and dropped off a tonne of baby clothes and toys at the charity shop, which I've been meaning to do for AGES (looks like there won't be a number three around here...!) and then we went out for pizza and just as we were about to order our lovely friends walked in so we had a very jolly dinner and Coco was in heaven!
I'm not going to be in a bad mood any more. If I can help it.