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Bad Mummy

It's the 5th of January today. Also known as Back to school day. Last night I made extensive preparations to ensure that we not only got to school on time but went with everything that we needed. So the list was made:

Book bags ✅
PE kits ✅
Water bottles ✅ 
Football kit for Big Girl ✅
Packed lunch for Big Fella ✅

I was all ready. And this morning when the alarm went off at 7am, I didn't turn it off or snooze but instead got up, exhausted and bleary eyed. Big Girl had said no-one was allowed in her room while she got dressed (she's at that age) and when I went into Big Fellas room he was still asleep and looked looked like a little blonde angel. If angels snore and suck their thumbs!

Anyway, the morning went really easy. No screaming, shouting or tantrums. Big Girl was sat in her coat and shoes having breakfast by 7.45am! We made it school on time and with everything that they needed. I went for a cheeky coffee at the golf club next to the school with some of the mums and had a good catch up but ended up leaving before everyone else as I was so tired. 

The plan was to go home and go to bed for a nap but it didn't quite happen. We had been talking over coffee about taking the Christmas decorations down so when I came home and saw the Christmas tree still twinkling away in the lounge I knew I had to sort it out before I could settle. Originally I had only planned to take the ornaments off and leave the rest to Hubby. But then I thought that I would just take the lights off to help him out. (There were 3 sets and so I walked around and around the tree I don't know how many times) And then the tree was there, bare and staring at me. I started to go up the stairs to bed but then I thought 'I will just take the tree out and then when Hibby gets home from work he ring have to do it'. So I tackled the 6ft plus tree. At first it was ok but then I couldn't get it through the door into the hallway. It was stuck. Aswell as being 6ft talk it was about 4ft wide at the bottom so it took quite a bit of pulling to get it through. I even had to go and put some gloves on as I was getting prickled by the needles. 

After much pulling and swearing I got it out of the lounge and into the hallway. The same fight ensued getting it out of the front door but I won! Nat vs The Tree. I was the victor! Ha. Take that tree! But the tree had made a dirty protest during the fight and shed half of it's needles over the floor so I spent half an hour seeping them up. They get everywhere. I'm sure I will still be finding them in weeks to come. I wanted to vacuum the floor and steam nip it but I was just too tired. Next year maybe this is what I should do!



Fighting with the tree had given me a bit of an appetite so I made a cheese sandwich (naughty I know but I just fancied it and I thought I deserved it after my fight!) I went up to bed, are my sandwich and fell asleep with the tv on in the background. 

I was woken up by the phone ringing. It was my friend who lives close by (who has been great helping us out by having the kids, doing the school runs etc). But I was shocked that she was ringing me at 3.30am! It must be an emergency. The conversation went something like this

Me: What! What! What's the matter! (Panicking that she's ringing me at 3.30am)
Her: Have I woke you up? Sorry. 
Me: It's ok. What's the matter? What are you ringing for?
Her: To check that you can pick the girls up after football (her daughter and mine had football after school and I was picking them both up)
Me: Yes of course. 
Her: Haven't you picked up Big Fella?
Me: What? What? Shit! Shit! Shit! 
Her: Have you just woken up? Shouldn't you be at school?
Me: Yes! Shit! Bollocks! Fuck! Gotta go. Bye!

And then I ran around getting dressed, going to the loo and finding my car keys. I rang the school whilst I drove like a crazy lady (hands free of course to be safe!) They thought nothing of the fact I had overslept (knowing how poorly I've been) and Big Fella was sat happily in the reception waiting for me. Some kids would have had a right strop on if their Mum was late picking them up on the first day back to school (Big Girl definitely would have!) but not  Big Fella. He is so laid back that when I told him I had overslept he just shrugged and gave me a cuddle and said "well you must have been tired Mum". I still felt like a crap Mum but he was more concerned with the pretzel I had bought for him to eat! 

In other news today... I am finally wearing a SOS bracelet! I've said for the last 5 years that I will get one but I've never got round to it or forgotten only to remember when I'm ill again. I bought one in December when I went to the Ideal Home Show with bestie but ended up in hospital with the line infection before I could even fill out the details! So today I sat down, filled out the paper slip with my allergies, emergency contacts and brief medical history. It was hard to condense the last 5 years into a few sentences but I did it and now the bracelet it around my wrist, where it will stay and hopefully not need to be used. 



NB x
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