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School holiday germs.

Why is it that as soon as the school holidays start everyone gets ill? Big Girl came down with a heavy cold on Monday and she's been generous enough to pass it onto me. I'm lying in bed with aching limbs and a banging head and Big Fella has gone to sleep clutching the sick bowl. I really hope he's not sick in the night because I really can't be dealing with that. Not the way I'm feeling right now. 

I've been looking forward to having the kids at home and having long lie ins followed by lazy pyjama mornings and then quality time with the kids. So far I've survived (barely) a 7 girl sleepover, a trip to the cinema (where I fell asleep during the film!), a day without internet due to planned engineering work, a hospital appointment and food shopping. I feel like I've ran an uphill marathon and yet my calendar tells me it's only been 3 days! I still have to buy school uniform and shoes, get sorted for holiday and motivate Big Girl to complete her homework. Big Fella is smug as he's not got any to do and they both know that I don't have the fight in me to make them complete the Summer reading challenge at the library this year. Neither of them are big readers- not unless you count reading the titles of videos on YouTube which they manage to do for hours on end! 

And to top everything off I have no car. Hubbys car failed it's MOT a month ago and we've reached the point where it's going to start costing us more in repairs than the car is worth. Since Hubby has a 4 hour round daily commute to work his needs top trump mine so he's taken my car leaving me stranded. On a good day I can get the bus into the city centre or to the supermarket but on a bad day I'm now going to be stuck in the house. Hubby reckons he will get a new car towards the end of August when he's likely to get a bargain before the new number plates come out. But as yet he doesn't know what car he wants. Anyone that knows my husband will tell you that he struggles to choose what to eat for lunch at the pub let alone choose a bloody car so the chances of him having a new car before the kids go back to school are slim to none in my estimations. So with no car some of the plans I had for the school holidays are shelved meaning that the cries of "I'm bored" will soon be ringing in my ears. Luckily my Dad rang earlier and asked of the kids want to go to Wetherspoons for breakfast in the morning meaning that I will be able to go back to bed for an extra hour (or two if I'm lucky). That should give me chance to recharge my batteries before tackling the giant ironing pile that seems to be growing bigger and bigger each day and providing tomorrow's entertainment for the kids. At least the Internet is back working. Thank God for small mercies. 

NB x



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