We have been away to the weekend and have come home with mountains of washing and bags of melted chocolate.
The cleaner has rung in sick
Dh spent four hours in a and e last night with dd3 and her sprained wrist. Have had heated discussion with said dd this morning as she insists on going sailing this afternoon in sling and hand support but her hand hurts too much to write with (she also came downstairs dressed for the tropics - it is a very wet 8° this morning).
Dd2 has just rung from boarding school to say she fell en route from the station and has 'a displaced tendon' and WHDEN AM I COMING TO GET HER AS IT IS NOT FAIR WE ALL JUMPED WHEN DD2 NEEDED TO SEE A DOCTOR FOR HER WRIST. Her school is an hour away.
Ds2 (bless him) has finally gone to sleep (after a weekend yelling and a doznen well meaning relatives telling me to put him down/pick him up/isn't he a one/rod for own back shite.
The mexican exchange student (18 and very sweet) is puking like a trooper and going through bedding at rate of knots
DS1 has his easter service this afternoon and I forgot and booked bloody hard to get hold of washing repair man.
Dh has shite day ahead of him at work and is coming home for lunch and sympathy.
I have had a pain au raisin, two coffees and am off to attack laundry room.
I was alwyas going to just have two boys and call them Daniel and Thomas.