Just another work day

Woken at ten past six this morning, by the phone ringing. My first thought, which I think I said out loud, was What the fuck? The immediate following thought, given I’d already been woken at 1.23, 2.46 and 5.43 was not the standard

A mish mash of mumly duties

Racing around like an idiot – with MUG in hand, thankfully! Remove yesterday’s undies from jeans before putting them on, locate freshly ironed jacket, whack on some makeup and blow dry seriously overdue-for-a-cut hair. “Model” self for family, who are ever so supportive. Chippie says “URG!” and throws some Vegemite…

Iron? What is this you speak of?

Urk. Swimming lessons with Chippie again. Of course, the day started urky well before then, with Monkey Boy complaining he was tired and didn’t like getting up (join the club), then he didn’t like putting his shoes on while he was playing (a rule I had to implement becuase he…