I am Such a Twat Mum

Mammy is a turbotwat.

Mammy drove in her gate this evening only to get a phone call from Afterschool.

“Hello?” (Checking Mirrors to make sure I have both girls in the car…)

“Hi Mammy. Erm. Just letting you know you left Mini-Me’s schoolbag in the middle of the carpark. We have it in the office here.”

Mammy doesn’t really know WHAT to say and so she laughs like a hysterical feckin hyena down the phone!

I could have apologised profusely and said things like “oh my goodness” and “Oh I’m SOOOOO embarrassed!” or “I cannot BELIEVE I did that!” I COULD have turned the car around like a good Mammy and gone back to get it.

But Who the feck would I be kidding? 🤣

Instead, I finished laughing and said “well it’s official so. I’ve lost it! I’m a twat!” followed by “If Himself doesn’t get in for it, I’ll get it on Monday morning.”

Then I laughed some more and thanked Lovely Lady for rescuing the poor bag, which I clearly remember setting down beside the car. (She knows me well enough by now. 😂)

Ah well.
“DID you SERIOUSLY forget my Bag Mammy?” She’s aghast and mortified…

“Yup. But guess what?”

“What?”

“I didn’t forget YOU!”

Because at the minute, I wouldn’t really put ANYTHING past myself. 😂😂

Brain = MUSH!

How was your day? 😗😗