Not because I have a hectic life more a case of I'm bloody shattered. What is it about the end of the summer term that just runs it out of you. Energy that is. I am knackered. Harry finished at 11.50 (precisely) on Tuesday and Oz at 11am yesterday and Arthur at noon. Seriously!?!? You'd think all the teaching professionals would get together and decide to finish them all at the same time on the same day so us poor mammys actually do get to have a day where we can fit something in before collecting our offspring for the last time for the entire summer. That's 9 whole weeks people. To make it worse when I woke up this morning, first offical day of the holidays, it was pissing with rain. Plus had the boy I borrow back, insane.
They are off one whole day and already I was listening to 'I'm bored' by 10.30am. Jesus, what I wouldn't give to be bored right now. Instead I have to:
- Clear the kitchen counter, probably putting stuff on the clear table (it's that mad universal thing again where only one surface in your kitchen can be empty and devoid of all clutter at any given time).
- Ice and decorate two layers of wedding cake.
- Finish making figure for birthday cake - make surfboard, rugby ball and kid.
- and sunglasses and hat.
- Find clothes and various detrius needed for holiday. Leaving at 9am on Saturday so I can set up a wedding cake. Why did I think making a cake as a present was a good idea? Took tonnes of time and way more money than I would have spent on a gift!!! JOKING!!!
- Or am I?
- Find swimsuits.
- Pray credit card arrives in time for holliers.
- Pack clothes.
- Sleep.
Aaagh, I want a wife. No, I want a cleaner. A helper. Someone who can do it all because I feckin can't.
If I don't see you tomorow, catch you in a week. Whooohooo Kerry here we come.
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