Yeah, because when DS comes home from his post-school regular playdate (BECAUSE I WORK FULLTIME) at 8.30 with a note (dated today - it wasn't even, as usual, that he had forgotten it earlier in the week) insisting that we supply the following for tomorrow:
green and red peppers (fortunately have some in the fridge, past their best by date but not rotten so they will have to do )
plastic mixing bowl (nope: only glass ones in this house)
sieve (nope: just thrown a bashed up and bent one out)
clean tea towel (in this house? Are you kidding?)
...well, all I want to do after getting up at 6am following a 3am screaming session by youngest son followed by me breaking the cot painfully with my shoulder and having to have the wriggler in bed with us the rest of the night, getting all 3 kids ready for school which typically involves much screaming and blood pressure issues, getting them to their respective places by 9, putting in a FULL day at work, cooking dinner, bathing littluns, putting to bed, sitting on my laptop finishing off some work and cracking a glass of wine finally before it all starts again, after I've fallen asleep... Yes, all I want to do is rush to the 24 hr Tesco to keep up. 'Please contact us if you have any difficulties with this'. What, using my timemachine, so I can ring you 5 hours before I got the note when you might actually have been there?
What the fuck do they think we do with our time? Rant over. I will not let him down; but am pissed off with this casual and archaic attitude.