Hurray and Woohoo!
Thursday is Takeaway Day.
It’s time for our local Ocras to get their weekly phonecall from me as I lift the girls from creche.
“TenminutesMaria!” (He doesn’t even have to ask who it is. That’s service for ya!)
And I look forward to it soooooooooooooo much. Not because I am going to eat it. No. This Mammy is back on the wagon and as much as I love Joe’s pizzas, I am being good (during the week anyway!)
No. I look forward to it for a few reasons.
Mainly because I am still traumatized by the sausages incident of last night.
Secondly, because I don’t get home until almost 6pm if I go to see Jim and my minions will be “Staaaaaaaaarvin Mammy” if they have to wait for me to cook.
Thirdly, because after the generally organised and productive start of the week, I’m running out of gas/petrol/thewilltolive and quite simply can’t be arsed cooking. (reminder to Him, we still need ACTUAL gas too!)
And most importantly, it means happy kids, no dishes and a headstart on my Thursday night Happy Mammy Blitz.
My Thursday Mammy Blitz is class.
No matter how knackered I am, I make Thursday night all about cleaning.
I get the girls to bed, do the washing, clean the sespits that are the bathrooms, mop all the floors and generally leave the place as clean as possible so that when we get home on Friday evening, it is actual down time. I’ve mentioned it before. I’ve done it for years. For me, the best thing about Friday evening is coming home and not having to start cleaning and doing housework. It’s a mess again by Saturday, but hey! Whatever works eh?
And the ABSOLUTE best thing about my Mammy Blitz, is that my reward for being such a superorganised-notsausageburning-shitMum, is that I get a glass of wine in front of the tellybox before bed.
And now that I have Derry Girls to look forward to on Channel 4 at 10pm, it’s going to be even better.
Ain’t nothing dousing this good mood today.
Have a good one!