Tuesday morning and its the usual carnage that is three teenage kids getting ready for school. There's only Thursday when one of them doesn't have Physical Education and I have a little chart by the computer which tells me who has what on what day - so white top or rugby top, netball skirt or shorts.....cos I can't bloomin remember it all.
8.15am and all was quiet on the Perry front. I got myself ready early and headed off for my daily walk to Tesco's before 9am today. Of course the disadvantage to this is I meet a lot of "mums" along the way (primary school & pre-school at other end of Tesco's carpark - actually some good planning for a change) and this means I get a few steps and then have to go through the "how are you, whats happening with your treatment, don't you look well" at least five thousand times - ok I like to exaggerate and I know they mean well but it gets tiring saying the same thing and I don't always want to talk about "my illness" does everyone forget you still live a normal life too!
I definately know that its near that time because I am getting grumpy and I know I am but can't help it.....I am also starting to stress about my bloodtest on Wednesday and wonder if they will find the vein. I did the vacuuming and also dug a huge weed out from inbetween my day lillies, not sure if I got all the root or not but it took bloomin ages and I was out of puff when it came to putting the spade back in the shed - still thats good isn't it, another bit of exercise. Spent most of the afternoon chasing Ollie for my slippers, gawd knows why he likes them - THEY SMELL - of roses naturally. The kids come home and the carnage resumes. Littlest and oldest are not getting on at all. Jack thinks he has become a third parent and Lara has just got to secondary school and drunk from the fountain of "I know it all now". Makes for an interesting dinner........NOT.
Talking of dinner, Tony chose it today...pork & leek sausages with sauteed red onions with mustard mash, broccoli and I cook the gravey in the onion pan and add worcestershire sauce. It was actually pretty good. I ate with natives as Tony was working late and I was going out for a coffee with my sister. Tony literally just walked through the door as I left. We went to a pub that serves Costa Coffee but ended up with a bowl of profiteroles and a pot of tea! The profiteroles were good, but not as good as mine.
Watched some TV and waited until 10.30pm for Tony to get back from karate and then locked the backdoor, text him to say he'll have to come in the front and headed to bed. He comes upstairs and says "are you tired, thought you'd be reading a book?", I look at my phone, 10.45pm "yes I am tired at nearly 11pm"....he mutters something and goes off for a bath. I wake around 1.30pm with awful indigestion, go downstairs get a glass of milk and a ranetadine tablet and realise I've forgotten to take my antibiotic on Monday again! Oops.....concoction taken and back to beddybyes.
