Kettle xxx

Have you ever had one of those excruciating mornings when the world seems to be conspiring against you?

I had one, Wednesday I think it was, not that that’s important or even relevant.

I was tired, so tired! Don’t all these stories tend to start like that?

I felt discombobulated and like I was walking through treacle.

I found the tv controller in the fridge and the milk in the lounge. Even though I’d be constantly making the lunchboxes I still hadn’t finished them when the final warning alarm went off ( we have 6 starting from 5 in the morning, it’s great! …..it really isn’t)

Somehow, with the help of my husband, it all came together for the final alarm which screams it’s time to leave the house. It doesn’t, it’s actually the theme tune to Strictly Come Dancing, but we all know what it means. Well, I figure if you need a chivvy up it’s easier to do it to something jolly that makes you happy.

Ollie wasn’t feeling well. He was a pile of bogies and mucus and letting everyone know about it. He was well enough to go to school though, obviously he didn’t think that.

So I decided a good old dose of Calpol should help him get on his merry way, but I’d literally just given him a Percy Pig. What? We sometimes use sweets to bribe our children in the morning! Don’t tell me you haven’t! AND Percy Pigs contain real fruit juice so they’re practically one of their 5 a day, says so on the packet! About the juice, not the 5 a day.

So there I was standing in the middle of the kitchen, holding a Calpol filled, plastic syringe close to Ollies lips waiting for him to finish chewing his fruit, I mean, sweet. Strictly Come Dancing started to play again having already been snoozed, Lee was already getting Harry in the car and my other arm was laden with bags for the day but I still managed to do a come on motion with it.

He chewed and he chewed and then he chewed some more but it just didn’t seem to be disappearing.

Then I got the giggles. It was just so funny. Poor little blighter. It was a laugh or cry anxiety moment and I nearly always manage to opt for laughter!

I managed to drop the boys off to breakfast club only a little bit late.

I got to the car park and was just getting out when I realised I’d forgotten my security pass and had to drive home to get it. I had to pay for the privilege.

Even though I’d been home I still managed to get to my desk missing an earring I’d forgotten to put in and with some kind of chocolatey stain on my front, probably from hugging Harry goodbye. Why would he opt to use a wet wipe when he can wipe his Coco Pops mouth on my clothing?

In other news, I just read an awesome life hack! (Couldn’t remember the word for syringe!) So it turns out those plastic gizmos in the top of a Calpol bottle fit in to other medicine bottles making it easier to dispense! Totes going to try that out when I get out the bath!

Anyways, love and hugs, kisses and wishes xxx