This morning as lovely we leisurely made our way to Winsdor to get DS1 some new trainers, I took in the JoJo sale and we pottered back. Then it all went mad.
My DH, whom I adore as you all know, is quite laid back. " oh it will sort itself out" goes back behind the paper. But he has a tendency to then suddenly jump p from behind his paper and say right we will do it now, ( or we will leave now) and expect it all to happen in 60 secs flat. While I have been plodding away for hours getting everything ready to do/go what/where ever. And I am not quite ready. So after all my hard work, things get lost, chucked out because there is no time, forgotten etc.
So I thought with the move I will be one step ahead. After getting no comment when requested via stakeholder engagement I thought, well, I will just pack then and get it all done. I have been plodding away for weeks,sorting, decluttering, packing up. The today was the day DH decided to begin on the act and he stressed around as if the van is coming on Monday or something. "Are you just going to throw all those Orchard toy games and books you have been collecting for ages for the kids away then" as he takes a manky metal, see through horrible bedside chest of drawers downstairs and just wraps tape around so the drawers don't fall out. Normally I smile and nod. Not today. Not when I thought that scrap heap thing was coming with us to our nice shiney new house.
And so the day continued.
And then I kept noticing these spots on DS1s face and I had a flash back to a sign at nursery about impetigo. And so I though I had better deal with it. So I had to phone 111.
Then dH told me off about my handbag on the stair.
Then I was going to spontaneously combust emotionally and physically. So I went out for a walk. 111 called me back they think it isn't impetigo.
Shower cup of tea and bed.
Today had a style of a Steve Martin Film about it.