OK, so it’s already a bit hectic here. Two kids go back to school tomorrow and the youngest one is at a morning football camp. I’m back to teaching tomorrow and starting a new session at posh health club on Wednesday which will hopefully be good. Can’t get my thoughts in order yet…so I will just provide you with a quick update for the moment:-
HOUSE
Still standing. Not as smelly. Still got a swamp in the back garden – my father says I need to either dig a swimming pool or get a drainage expert round.
TEENAGE BOY
Ditto above – Still standing. Not as smelly. Busy doing 5 weeks of homework today whilst listening to his ipod, buying new players on Football Manager and entertaining various mates that dropped by. At 6.30pm it became essential that he had to go out:
“I’m just going to go back with my mate to his house”
“No you’re not”
“WHY NOT?”
“Because he’s here with you and I’m cooking supper and you’re going to school tomorrow and there’s no need”
“Oh, please, I have to…it’s really important”
“No”
“WHY? It’s my last day, you have to let me, it’s essential”
“I don’t get it, why would you want to go? Are you meeting girls or what?”
“Mum” (and at this point he stops and looks at me and holds his breath for a moment, before saying) “he’s got a new sheesha pipe and he really really wants to show it to me”
…and so what do I do next because I think honesty is right up there with trust? I let him go! How weird is that? What was I thinking? Madness. But there is something to be said for him telling me the truth isn’t there?
I still think he’s gorgeous though.
12 YEAR OLD GIRL
Essential trip to the shops required this morning to allegedly buy tights and boring stuff for school, but we got waylaid in Top Shop looking at ESSENTIAL Kate Moss shorts and other teeny weeny items of clothing. She too has done two weeks of homework in half an hour.
She’s still gorgeous too.
7 YEAR OLD
Was doing football all morning and was bored all afternoon.
Nevertheless, still gorgeous.
EX HUSBAND
I phoned him this morning to remind him that he was meant to drop our 7 year olds football boots round last week. They are nowhere to be seen. His phone goes on to answer machine, but not before I notice a foreign ring tone. He texts back. “Sorry forgot. Will drop them round at lunchtime”
9.30pm he drops them round. I try to be friendly and ask if he’s been away. “No, why?” I mention the ringtone. “Well yes, I was in Portugal for the weekend on holiday, got back today”. I wish you could see how he says it. He frowns when I ask him questions, like I’ve just asked him if he’s done a poo in his pants…. I still slightly feel like he should tell me where he’s going in case of an emergency – maybe that’s just me.
CATS
Still alive.
ME
Ditto above.
April 14th, 2008 at 5:14 pm
See – ten minutes I’ve been gone. Normal service resumed. Are the ex-husband and ex-boyfriend still gorgeous too?
April 15th, 2008 at 5:35 am
Do you know TMOTL I was going to ask exactly that! Being cunning and extremely clever I too noticed that the gorgeouses ran out after the 7 year old. Could never get divorced would be so bad at being fair to him and nice about him to the children. Congrats on still being alive. A mighty achievement. Still chortling at the French locals below, am sure they were exported from Gloucestershire. I can even supply the dialogue, all of it disapproving.
April 15th, 2008 at 7:35 am
No, they are so not still gorgeous, especially the ex husband…..was going to add, but thought would try and be slightly subtle – and it worked! You noticed the absence. Note I did also not write it about myself x