Ok, so how fast can I type this cos got loads to do. Excuse any typos - they will be typos of course, not just that I can't spell.
Right. 1am Mothers Day. Finally get to bed after DS1, DGF, and DH get home. Will start charging for this taxi service. 5.30, get waken by DD, what is that girl on atm. 7am hint that a cuppa in bed would be nice. 9am, still hinting. No milk. DH eventually pops round to shops, by which time too late as DD has to be at a party half an hour away. Find parking space. No disabled bays. Not only that, paid parking. What's that about? We're attending an event at your venue and you make us pay for the priviledge? They work on a similar scheme in our hell-hole, but you can have your ticket punched if you're going to the cinema, or bowling. Hunt for change in bag. Stop myself from fainting, but there's actually £1.50 in my purse, need to record that for posterity! Find payment machine, only to find disabled badges have free parking. Back to car to put out badge. Get to party only 5 mins late. Stay at the party. Leaving her at a Ten Pin Bowling place which is completely manic is a definate no-no. She had a whale of a time, although I think the dancing and food was more enjoyable for her than the bowling. Home via Tescos. Pick up bunch of flowers for DM and DMIL grave. Had tried to be organised this year and had actually got mum a lovely box of choccies a few weeks ago, then she goes and gives up chocolate for Lent. I mean, how inconsiderate! Pop round, she's on the phone with DB, so we have one very happy Mum. Home. Dinner for kids. Off to football to watch DS1. Crematorium on the way home. Watch Monk with the kids at 4.30 and have my first sit-down and cuppa of the day. Sort out kitchen and dinner. Ask one of the boys to get me a drink. Less than enthusiastic reponse, so I proceed to relay my day. DS2 'you know mum' he pauses for dramatic effect 'that has to be one of the most oring stories you've ever told us'. DD to bed. 1 hours worth of preparing for workshop at College on Tuesday. DGF leaves, but before she goes gives me a card and pressie. Bless. Made my day :) 2 hours of book-keeping, as mock exam on Wednesday and struggling to get my head around it. DH comes home. Say no more :) 12.15 am crash out.
How's that for 24 hours.