First of all had a cr*p nights sleep - even with DH camping out in the DS's room to give me more space in the bed I couldn't get comfortable.
Went to town to post a parcel and do some other bits and pieces.
First of all went to the bank and got a ministatement - I'd forgotten that this month was TV licence month so that's an extra £35 gone out my account that I hadn't budgeted for. I'm really sure I took my mobile out of my pocket while I was in there to do some quick sums - but then I thought I'd changed my mind and put it back (there's a point to this honestly!).
Then I went to the post office to post a parcel (something I sold on ebay) and discovered I'd underestimated postage so made a loss on the item .
DS2 then announced he needed the toilet - and as there's not many decent public loo's in our town I had to rush (at 35 weeks pg) through the shopping centre to get him there.........got there and he hardly did anything (usually when he says he NEEDS to go it's a massive one that he's been saving up for hours).
Then went to get my mobile out of my pocket (as I was sure I had it with me) and it wasn't there. Panic ensued and I retraced my steps - first to the bank - hadn't been handed in - and they let me ring the number too incase it had fallen somewhere in there and hadn't been spotted. It rang - but not in the bank.
Then I tried the post office - again no sign of it - they also let me try and ring - but I couldn't get through - so of course worst scenario came into my mind - that someone had stolen it and the SIM card had now been removed. I remembered a middle aged man standing next to me in the queue at the post office (on first visit there) who had tapped me on the shoulder and made a lovely comment about DS2 something along the lines of "he's got a cheek face I bet he gets away with murder"...........my mind started racing and of course put him as main suspect (distraction techniques and all that).
Then traipsed BACK into the shopping centre to go to Argos and then went off to Morrisons - by this time ready to burst into tears at any given moment thinking my phone had been stolen, realising I was £35 "down" on the money this month and that I was knackered from the extra walking checking my phone hadn't been handed in.
Took DS2 to the Cafe for lunch (even though I'd initialy said we wouldn't go as I didn't have enough money) and there was no sodding toy in his lunch pack - after standing around trying to get someone to do something about it for about 5 minutes (and speaking to about 6 different people) I gave up and had to explain to DS2 that he didn't have a toy this time - cue even worse mood from me.
Did my shopping (not much) and asked DS2 to put the basket back on the pile of baskets (near the checkout) for me - a job he loves to do. Anyway this silly old woman had put her basket ON TOP of the empty baskets and point blank refused to move it so DS2 could place the basket in. I ushered him off to the pile at the next checkout and she started having a go at me telling me I should "keep an eye on him and not let him go that far away from me" - he was only 4ft away FFS and that he'd "grow up to not listen to a word I said with no discipline" and "best" of all "I bet you'll let him drink and smoke on the streets like others his colour" (perhaps should add at this stage that the woman concerned was a black woman herself - and my DS's are mixed race..........)
I told her quite sharply that I didn't need telling how to look after my children and she continued to 'tutt' and 'tsk' at me for the rest of the time - as well as frowning everytime DS2 didn't anything remotely attention seeking (like standing next to someone and grinning up at them until they smiled back - well most of them did except for her).
Anyhow, got home in a REALLY bad mood - and there's my phone sat on the bookcase..........I obviously HADN'T taken it with me - so I must have completely imagined taking it out of my pocket in the bank.
DH is at work until gone 9pm tonight and I just want to cry..........how much more cr*p can my day get???