I won't get too much into how crappy the past two weeks have been; suffice it to say the horsemen of the apolcalypse need to stay the f* away from the cloning machine, I've had enough already. Between two big household appliances dying, DS1's report card from school and the creche taking liberties with DS2 ("diagnosing" him with behavioural problems which I honestly don't see as problematic because he just turned 4 -- and neither does his paediatrician, thankyouverymuch) but then f***ing up basic stuff like "getting all the kids to hang up their jackets and put their shoes away" and having "piggy meals" where the kids wear smocks and eat spaghetti with their hands [thankfully this only happens once a year, but since they don't practice eating with knives and forks there, DS2 eats at home on those days]... I must stop. We are flying to Boston for a month in about a week and I am SOOOO looking forward to a big, fat frozen strawberry margarita or five, I can hardly stand it.
One of the few highlights has been BC being so delightfully dorky. This gifset finally put a smile on my face.
Had weird dream last night where I went to New York for a wedding and Benedict was one of the other guests. He and I had a lovely time pre-wedding hanging out.
I needed to buy a dress for the event and for some reason was depending on another guest to drive me to the shops. She kept saying there were no shopping centres in Manhattan and we'd have to go somewhere miles away when she had time. Time was ticking and I was getting very anxious, largely because I wanted an amazing new dress so I could pitch up at the wedding and impress Benedict .
The funny thing is, it rang v true because, IRL when deciding what to wear, my mantra is 'imagine Benedict will be there'.
I need to adopt that mantra, LadyClarice! (shuffles off in old t-shirt and ratty jeans)
In other news, we made it to Boston with little ado, except perhaps that the FARKING plane did not have in-seat entertainment, which prompted loud and frequent complaints from DS1. And "The Croods" and "Stand Up Guys" wasn't exactly the best choices for DS2.... (Thank god for MP3-ready phones and portable DVD players...) Eight hours later, we did a little Magic Roundabout jig around the skies of metro Boston for 15 minutes, as it turns out they were avoiding thunderstorms (but neglected to tell us so, letting us instead think we had Martin Crieff and Douglas Richardson in the drivers' seats...)
Eight hours on a plane with two children and limited entertainment? I feel your pain GreenCard
And yes to having seen one of the villains. It's building the excitement nicely. Went to watch a Globe production The Taming of the Shrew last night at the cinema. The actor playing Petruchio looked familiar. Looked him up when I got home. He played Major Barrymore in The Hounds of Baskerville. The play was excellent.