The Unexpected

I’ve been sat here thinking about my day, and all things considered it’s been a good one! As I don’t often get to write that, I’ll tell you why.

Firstly, the sky was beautiful this morning. So many hues of blue, light through to dark, with the wispiest of clouds. Totally dreamy, and the only improvement would have been having the time to find a stretch of ground to lie and watch it for a while.

The other thing that cheered me, was a compliment from a mother at school. She thinks I’m calm and organised, and was believably sincere. HA HA HA!!! Told you I fake a good front!

Other moments from my day that were less joyous include, visiting the hospital for a pelvic ultra-sound. If I wasn’t still in shock, I might be able to write an amusing post on how naïve I was about what’s involved, and how it would’ve been considerate if my doctor had forewarned me. Between the humiliation and need to pee, you really don’t want to know more.

We had the first alleged use of the F-word by one of my children. Guess which one? At least pretend you can’t guess!! Yep, according to my b-friend’s son, P told him to.

But….. I’m not one hundred percent convinced. The accuser looked mighty shifty when I hauled P in to explain himself. At the time I sent P to his room, but spoke to him after the accuser had left and P was very confused over what he was supposed to have said, and asked me what the word was. I didn’t tell him, but warned if I ever hear him using bad language I’ll knock him into next week. (Which of course I wouldn’t, as he’s too old now and would probably remember for all eternity, waving it over me as the cause for all possible ills in the world.) And there’s also the history between these boys, they grate on one another and this lad’s been in trouble for using the F-word himself and knew my boy would be reprimanded. So I’m left with a smidgen of doubt at his word and hesitation over how harshly to punish P. Then again, maybe I’ve turned into one of those over-protective mothers who can see no wrong in her children. Crikey, I hope not. Guess I’ll just to have to wait and see if it happens again.

Oh, and I had great stress today! My net link kept going down!!! Ugh, if there’s one way to make me waste my time in front of the computer, it’s to drop my broadband! Reckon I could cope without almost anything, but not the internet!!! I kept hitting that ‘connect’ button, but got nowhere. Is it just me who’s this sad? Don’t answer that, I doubt it’ll make me feel like a grown up.

And today’s big irritation was… drumroll… or rather, magic wand sound. A pink princess wand was left in the back of my car, and the bloody melody went off each and EVERY time I went over a bump. Or turned a corner. Or indicated. Or stopped. And the worst thing was I kept forgetting to take it out the car. Until I reached the end of the driveway. But by then I’m late and can’t be turning around. It’s out now, and if it ever gets left in my car again, I swear it’s going out the sodding window!

So, how many of you think of me as calm and organised? I’m still laughing ;o)