Where to start, where to start. Beginning is always best.
Woke up, on time, just, hate that feeling in the morning - I am a night owl. Boys up already and watching Spongebob (gah!) so breakfast made, bath run and boys persuaded to wash, dress and then have their breakfast. Just boring cereal this morning.
Off to Zumba class. First of all, wash on, the whirly gig is bent in an alarming fashion so I don't know how long it will last and as I want out of here then I'll be damned if I replace the damn thing. Zip about the hoover and then off I go. Zumba class is the best part of the day. Despite my hum-dinging quality after class I go shopping afterwards for necessities.
Back home, shopping put away, boys are in garden building skateboard ramps, warning given about broken limbs etc. Clean up house, washing done so begin to put on whirly gig - there we go, whirly gig snaps half way through. Fan-bloody-tastic. Take washing off and bring down clothes horse, one way or another these clothes will dry!
That done, time for much needed bath, put yesterdays wash away, nice bath, relax for five whole minutes. Up again, clean bathroom while I'm at it. Downstairs and time for lunch. Make lunch times four. Play Swing-ball with eldest Hobbit. Do a little bit of a cross-stitch design I'm working on. Fill in tax credit forms. Uh-oh look at the time.
Ready for work, ask mother to give boys pasta for dinner and off I go. Work is...meh. Busy but that is not the issue, see that once again all my effort seems to be for nothing as I'm not graded that well. Ah fuck it all to hell. Plow through the night, call after call, who cares about stats anyway (I do).
Time for home. Empty bins. Despite the time boys are still up and Mother is in bed. Hayfever stuff given and warning about bedtimes added on top. Bin outside. Online, first call as always the property search sites. Nothing there as usual. Consider my next step. Wish I could talk to someone about this and get more than just an agreement and "whatever you think is best" attitude. On here now. End of day.
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