Sometimes, S-Mum needs her Mamma too. 👭
This evening I HAD TO stay at Mum’s for a few hours after work.
See my driveway was full of lorries and diggers and workmen. It looked like the opening of “Fraggle Rock”, so I was FORCED to pop in to hers for an hour…or three!
She drank tea.🍵
I drank coffee.☕
We ate cake…(Seriously guys, she is THE BEST BAKER in the world. Click onto Cakes by Ann to see!)🍰
She cooked dinner.
Princess rearranged ALL of her cupboards.
Mini-Me provided a moment of immense achievement for Techy-Granny as her demands for Inside-Out caused Granny to figure out how to work the Brother’s Playstation as a DVD player!
I am in AWE of this woman.
I wouldn’t even know where the on switch is.😅
And then, I brought my Minions home and we have just had the most suspiciously calm and ordinary bedtime EVER…
This morning however?
This morning was not so calm.😭😭😭
We slept in.
I had NOTHING DONE before bed last night, because the smug TIT that is S-Mum had planned the usual 5.30am start and didn’t consider ironing uniforms or making lunches before bed. Clever Mummy.
We were running on the dodgy side of late.
I dropped Princess next door, realised I’d forgotten her dummies (not just 1 for my ruined rascal!), jumped back into the car to grab them from the house, spun the car BACK AROUND because of Big Digger SUDDENLY BLOCKING my driveway, ran back into Mum’s, kissed the Baby and apologised profusely for lack of dummies, jumped back in car, remembered I’d forgotten her bibs and FINALLY started on our journey to school…feeling UTTERLY FRICKEN USELESS! 😂
Mini-Me THANKFULLY announced that she wanted Quiet time, so I allowed myself to be soothed back into a more positive vibe with the familiar soothing tones of Donal K on the radio machine…
My train of thought followed this track:
“Snap out of it S-Mum.
You forgot her dummies, not her.
She’ll be fine.
Mum will get one from some magical place and Princess will not even know what a shit Mammy you are.
This is NOT a problem…
Other people have REAL problems…
Get over yourself…
Stop stressing…
Let that car out in front of you…
There we go…karma being restored already.
Positive thoughts only.
Practice what you preach…
Deep breaths…
Negativity breeds negati…
“Mammy.”
“Yes Darling?”
“Why am I not allowed milk at school?”
(Vague recollection of note saying milk starts on the 23rd.)
“Of course you’re allowed milk at school Sweetie.”
(Shit. Racks brain for memory of form to fill in…nope…nothing!)
“Teacher says I don’t get milk. Wilena gets milk coz HER Mammy sent a note and she’s ALLOWED milk, but I’m not, coz you never writed a note.”
(Seriously… I don’t remember ANYTHING about sending in a note. Shit Mummy!😭😭😭)
“Mammy will sort it pet.”
There’s that Train of thought again… like a steam train with a big sign on front of it announcing arrival at “USELESS MAMMY-ville” and whistling “You forgot the dummies Dummy and you didn’t writed a note!”
How easily the silliest things can become HUMONGOUS eh?
I writed the note before she got the bus.
She gotted the milk and so is no longer the unloved child with THAT Mummy.
Mum found a Dummie under the sofa.
Princess was unaware of the utter neglect.
The diggers blocked the driveway.
Granny made the dinner.
The kids went to bed…
Mammy poured a gin…
And they all lived happily ever after.
😂
The S-Mum 