I know that Jon at least hates this type of post, but I can’t think of any other way to express the fairly unutterable horror that was March 10th.
It went a bit like this:
1am: Bed. Oops. I can’t even claim that I was working – I was chatting with friends. Haven’t done that for ages – at least, not till that late.
7am: Wake up. Groan. Pretend to go back to sleep
8am: Finally give in and get up. Get kids ready for school, etc etc etc. Otto mucks around so we are late for school and arrive at …
9:04am: tell kids to just sneak in to whole-school Assembly as Rolls are marked afterwards and not before. Biggie disappears into the Year 5-6 building to put her bag down while I head for Assembly with Otto, who really does not want to be there. Oops – mea culpa. Important to get them there on time.
9:20am: Wonder where Biggie is. School psychologist person pops up at my elbow and asks if I have a minute. She has Biggie in her office, very unhappy. She went to sign herself in because it’s a Rule. Looooong discussion where Biggie asserts that she thinks I love Otto more than I love her. And so does dad. And so does Otto. Terribly terribly sad but why do I get the feeling she is pushing buttons? Note that she didn’t actually say she thought that, school psychologist asked her whether she thought that and she agreed. This seems to me to be a Subtle Yet Relevant Difference. Agree to meet with school psychologist in a couple of weeks. What a mess – if the Bigster really does think that, there is major damage repair to be done. If she doesn’t, grrrr.
9:55am: call the salon to cancel 10am appointment. My eyebrows will have a life of their own by the end of the week.
11:10am finally leave school psychologist’s office. Realise I still have Otto’s bag. Realise lunchtime has started. Bolt for Year 1 classroom to find Otto and teacher, puzzled. Phew.
11:25am do the quickest makeup ever, grab bag for work. Realise I will have to drive in to make 12 noon meeting. Realise client has rung this morning. Hope it was to cancel 12 noon meeting.
11:26am Realise I am out of luck. She was confirming the meeting. Decide to drive.
11:47am Outside client’s work. See guy get into car ready to drive off. See guy talk on mobile phone. Decide to wait.
11:50am Still waiting
11:52am Decide to move round to the other side of the road so guy can see me, waiting for his parking space.
11:52:30am While I am moving, guy drives off and Other Driver takes spot. Gaaaaah.
11:57am See someone get into car parked outside client’s office. Do u-turn across tram bumps to get to spot.
12:00noon Walk into office.
blah blah meetings blah blah move car to nearer my office blah blah feed meter, leave.
15:10 arrive at school for 15:30 finish. Decide to go buy Otto a Doll.
15:24 in shop, listen to owner screaming at husband to get off the damn phone so she can process my credit card transaction for doll and dolls’ clothes. Fair Trade Organic Cotton dolls’ clothes, no less. Yikes!
15:28 back to school. Yay!
Then the girls and I bought donuts (for them and Fraser, not for me) and I went to the dentist for stage 3 of my root canal that began in Hungary. This time, I have ended up with a metal band that looks like Alfoil around my tooth (Jack Sparrow, eat your heart out). My dentist kindly cleans up my “panda eyes” after there was weeping. Stupid dental anaesthetic. Stupid pathetic mouth pain threshold.
Hmm, what next. Fraser took Otto to swimming and dropped the Bigster at home for some quiet time (at her request). Then they came back to collect me after my Exciting Tooth Experience.
Home and Biggie cooked dinner (put pre-made by me meatballs on a tray in the oven). Then the girls and I made the first batch of yummy cupcakes to take to school tomorrow for Otto’s 6th birthday. Yum!
I had a late doctor’s appointment – which was not great. I don’t have weird side-effects from the tablets I am on, I have gastroenteritis.
Home again to throw out the cupcakes I had made with Otto. Doctor’s orders.
And this brings me to the point of this post.
Because Fraser, who has never done this, EVER, for any of the girls’ birthdays, rose wonderfully to the occasion. He is now the proud baker of 35 perfectly pink vanilla cupcakes, with pink icing and pink and purple sprinkles. I may have been supplanted.
And I? Did work work work, chatted with Biggie’s friend’s mother, wrapped presents, tidied and generally supervised.
And now, it is 1am once again and I have a little girl who will be completely and utterly 6 in around 20 hours. And a little bit 6 before that, even.
Her gifts are all lined up on her new daisy beanbag.
I just wonder which of us will be last out of bed.