Busy!

Busy, busy....

So I’ve just started working full time – the kids are well looked after by Daddy who is improving every day...... but he’s not me! And I have to let that be ok, and agree to him feeding them noodles for tea every night, forgetting Jeans for Genes Day at school and sending the little one to nursery in wellies but no socks (ouch little blister!) and so on.

Don’t get me wrong when I was looking after them I spent a day in the science museum without spare nappies, (huge ballooning pants from the little one – quite a snotty refusal to lend a nappy from the self satisfied super mum I bumped into in the baby change), accidently smacked the eldest’s  head against the sink (....on Christmas Day resulting in a quick trip to A and E) and fed them chocolate to keep them quiet on shopping trips.....

Well, nobody’s perfect!

I struggle with space in my head, I can’t stop thinking about their homework or speech therapists appointment or toys or signing up for music lessons and now competing with that is all the work stuff, which never ever goes away or can never ever be finished........

Suffice to say I have a very busy head.

So when I got a text from another mum I hadn’t seen for a while saying she was meeting up for dinner with some friends and was I free, despite feeling shattered I texted, ‘yes’!

I’d had a long, long day at work and the weather was very Manchester, drizzle, dark and cold. It took a surprising amount of effort to run a bath, wash and paint my face.

‘New to me frock’ and purple tights on and off I went – hat on head to defend from the now blustering storm brewing.  On arrival at the restaurant I was surprised how empty the place....... quite clear enough view to notice there was no one in there I knew.

I hurried outside, to give them a quick call – under the rain battered sun canopy – they must be in another pub.

 No answer.

I double checked the text from earlier and .....................

Wrong day.

She was asking me to meet the next day......

Texts don’t really contain enough information to warrant a skim–read, but when your head is so busy, false economy with time eh?

I went home, took off the glad rags and had an early night...