Late tea/dinner/supper/whatever
My day felt a bit wonky. Woke up in Manchester feeling like I could sleep for 3 more hours days, drank the bucket of water Momma left out, showered, dressed, packed, ate fruit, ate eggs, drank coffee, drank more water, jumped in a taxi, fell onto a plane, slept, woke up after landing , taxi home, did some laundry, drank more coffee in the sun in the strangely quiet garden (my mum and dad had taken the DTs to their gym class thing), when they arrived I made coffee/tea/juice/bowls of snacks, did school run, made tea, chatted to mum & dad, did laundry, heated up homemade soup for DP who has now had to jump on a flight to London (such is the joy of being a consultant), involuntarily spoke to the neighbours, waved off DP, made dinner for kids, did more laundry, did dishes, cleaned up kitchen floor and toys, did more laundry, shouted a bit, bathed kids, tidied garden, did stories, had a glass of wine, chatted to DD1 about 'important stuff', had more wine, laid out all the stuff for tomorrow, spoke to school mum (after two glasses of wine, I was Little Miss Cheery ), did more laundry, sorted out DT1 who was coughing, popped a chicken breast into the oven, took phone call from DP in London, sorted DT2 who is sneezing and who might have hay fever, changed into jamas, laid breakfast table, took off make up, poured nother glass of white, popped onto MN, eating now
There.
p.s. should I eat the fudge?