Ok. Picture the scene. The sky is black and from it pours massive globules of rain. I am off to get my hair cut, get some wine and nip to the supermarket. We have our guests coming this afternoon. Boys are in nursery.
She fashions my hair beautifully. I stick a tea towel on my head, run to car, to wine shop. Tea towel - shop, tea towel - car.
Off to Asda. Tea towel - shop, tea towel - car
Home. Tea towel on head, empty car. Phone call from nursery
"Come and get O he has spots we don't know what they are"
Cunningly I put on a rain coat.
Arrive at nursery (15 min drive)" these aren't spots , these are warts or moluscum, he has had them for ages"
They won't keep him unless I get the dr to check them.
Run to DR the nurse sees him and calls in dr. They are indeed moluscum. Is not fair to dump him back to nursery so I head home. It is now 12:30 I have been running in and out of the car now since 09:30 and have not done ANY of my jobs.
Chuck his lunch down him ( they did send his lunch with him) fling him into bed to put cheesecake together.
Sit down with really insubstantial sandwich and a cup of tea.
Realise I have forgotten eggs, milk, French bread and something else that I have forgotten what it is.
Log on to mumsnet, bp is eulogising about her bread maker.
Shit. I have't put the bread maker on and we have no bread.
Ahhhhhhhhhhhh
Anyway. The baked cheesecake is looking lush, haven't made it for years. I can' trip out now as O is asleep and peeps should arrive soon. I will run out when they arrive.
Breathe.