What a day I've had and it's only lunchtime.
Got a phone call at 6am (which woke Harrison) to say DH's father was seriously ill in hospital and isn't expected to recover So DH has had to drive to Birmingham to be with his family.
7am a John Lewis delivery van turned up with a piece of furniture I was expecting to arrive this afternoon. Needless to say, I did not look my best Van drove off, I noticed the furniture was damaged so had to chase after the van, only to be told that I had to speak with Customer Services (so helpful)
8am finally manage to get DD out of bed (we leave the house at 8.30), and realise we've forgotten to do her homework. So was trying to find missing verbs in sentences whilst spooning cereal into two children and making sandwiches.
8.30 just as we were leaving the house and Harri decides he's had enough and starts screaming, postman turns up with parcel for DH which needs to be signed for and taken back into the house.
Take DD to school, come back home to put Harri down for sleep and tidy up bomb site area which slightly resembled my kitchen, only for the phone to ring incessantly all morning with people telling me their children can come to DD's birthday party in a few weeks time.
Aaaaaaarrrrrrgggggghhhhhhh
Have also spent most of the morning on the phone to John Lewis trying to get damaged furniture sorted out. They have seriously gone down in my estimation.
If this sounds like the ramblings of a mad woman, it's because that's how I feel Harri's going for another sleep now and I feel like collapsing into the sofa with a big bar of chocolate but need to workout instead as weigh-in day is tomorrow
Ho hum - let's hope it's a better afternoon