Friday was a bit of a blur, packing, getting the car ready and filling it with fuel as well as last minute shopping. By 7.30pm everything was packed, the house was a tidy as I could manage and I tucked myself into bed to get some sleep before the long drive to Cornwall. I planned to get up at 2am so I needed a very early night. I'd not heard from Robbie but Laura was on standby to pick him up if he managed to get home without incident.
The call of the bathroom woke me up at midnight and as I sleeply emerged from the bathroom Robbie came bounding up the stairs wearing some new PJ bottoms, they had Batfink on them and they were startling to say the least. I went back to bed and reluctantly got up again at 2am. Robbie was still up, he was too scared to go to be because he knew he wouldnt get up again. I had to hurry him along because he was still running on Irish time and at that speed the holiday would be over before we got there!
I packed the flasks and food for the journey, then I packed the final items into the car while Robbie downed tools and made himself a bacon sandwich (at 3am!). Finally Laura and Sam and I were ready in the car and after sitting in the car waiting for Robbie for what seemed like hours we drove off towards Cornwall. By the time we reached the end of our road everyone else was asleep and I was left with an increasingly stressy sat nav for company. I knew the best way to go and each time I ignored the sat nav I could hear the edge in her voice as she announced that she was "recalculating".
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Tuesday, 12 February 2008
More Morning Madness 07.03.07
This morning was deeply frustrating. As usual I was rushing around like a headless chicken, trying to do everything in an impossibly short amount of time. As usual I was having to chase Sam around to ensure that he with all his kit and equipment would be ready to leave the house on time. The girls are not what you would call morning people - but they are most definitely bathroom people, so constant vigilance is necessary so that I can nip in and briefly take possession of the smallest room. It is intensely off-putting to have someone sighing deeply as they queue outside the door, but I have learned to harden my heart. Megan has her own agenda to follow, it involves sitting in the most awkward positions so that I have to keep stepping over her, then moving at the last moment so that I trip over. A variation on this is when she walks slowly in front of me then suddenly reverses causing me to stumble. I am sure that in a previous life she was one of those geriatrics with a pull along shopping trolley who insist on shopping at peek periods just to create an obstruction in the supermarket and annoy busy shoppers.
Anyway Sam was eventually ready and he sat waiting for me with his rucksack on his back. It was only when we headed out of the front door that I spotted his shoes - the wrong shoes. He had apparently 'lost' them - how can anyone loose their shoes? I sent him back to find them while I sat in the car watching time slip through my fingers. He arrived, moaning and got into the car, I pulled off, then glanced down and saw him still wearing the wrong shoes!! Off he went to try again and I tried to remain calm - and failed! Finally his feet reappeared in the car, this time they were correctly shod. I was so late and so stressed
This afternoon, Sam was had made the magical transformation from neatly ironed schoolboy, to a mud encrusted mess. The unironed look! He managed to bring home half of the park, it stuck to his shoes and to his clothing. This afternoon, Sam was had made the magical transformation from neatly ironed schoolboy, to a mud encrusted mess. The unironed look! He managed to bring home half of the park, mud was caked all around his shoes and artistically spattered over his clothing. Even Meg doesn't get that filthy when she rolls in mud!
Anyway Sam was eventually ready and he sat waiting for me with his rucksack on his back. It was only when we headed out of the front door that I spotted his shoes - the wrong shoes. He had apparently 'lost' them - how can anyone loose their shoes? I sent him back to find them while I sat in the car watching time slip through my fingers. He arrived, moaning and got into the car, I pulled off, then glanced down and saw him still wearing the wrong shoes!! Off he went to try again and I tried to remain calm - and failed! Finally his feet reappeared in the car, this time they were correctly shod. I was so late and so stressed
This afternoon, Sam was had made the magical transformation from neatly ironed schoolboy, to a mud encrusted mess. The unironed look! He managed to bring home half of the park, it stuck to his shoes and to his clothing. This afternoon, Sam was had made the magical transformation from neatly ironed schoolboy, to a mud encrusted mess. The unironed look! He managed to bring home half of the park, mud was caked all around his shoes and artistically spattered over his clothing. Even Meg doesn't get that filthy when she rolls in mud!
More Morning Madness 07.03.07
This morning was deeply frustrating. As usual I was rushing around like a headless chicken, trying to do everything in an impossibly short amount of time. As usual I was having to chase Sam around to ensure that he with all his kit and equipment would be ready to leave the house on time. The girls are not what you would call morning people - but they are most definitely bathroom people, so constant vigilance is necessary so that I can nip in and briefly take possession of the smallest room. It is intensely off-putting to have someone sighing deeply as they queue outside the door, but I have learned to harden my heart. Megan has her own agenda to follow, it involves sitting in the most awkward positions so that I have to keep stepping over her, then moving at the last moment so that I trip over. A variation on this is when she walks slowly in front of me then suddenly reverses causing me to stumble. I am sure that in a previous life she was one of those geriatrics with a pull along shopping trolley who insist on shopping at peek periods just to create an obstruction in the supermarket and annoy busy shoppers.
Anyway Sam was eventually ready and he sat waiting for me with his rucksack on his back. It was only when we headed out of the front door that I spotted his shoes - the wrong shoes. He had apparently 'lost' them - how can anyone loose their shoes? I sent him back to find them while I sat in the car watching time slip through my fingers. He arrived, moaning and got into the car, I pulled off, then glanced down and saw him still wearing the wrong shoes!! Off he went to try again and I tried to remain calm - and failed! Finally his feet reappeared in the car, this time they were correctly shod. I was so late and so stressed
This afternoon, Sam was had made the magical transformation from neatly ironed schoolboy, to a mud encrusted mess. The unironed look! He managed to bring home half of the park, it stuck to his shoes and to his clothing. This afternoon, Sam was had made the magical transformation from neatly ironed schoolboy, to a mud encrusted mess. The unironed look! He managed to bring home half of the park, mud was caked all around his shoes and artistically spattered over his clothing. Even Meg doesn't get that filthy when she rolls in mud!
Anyway Sam was eventually ready and he sat waiting for me with his rucksack on his back. It was only when we headed out of the front door that I spotted his shoes - the wrong shoes. He had apparently 'lost' them - how can anyone loose their shoes? I sent him back to find them while I sat in the car watching time slip through my fingers. He arrived, moaning and got into the car, I pulled off, then glanced down and saw him still wearing the wrong shoes!! Off he went to try again and I tried to remain calm - and failed! Finally his feet reappeared in the car, this time they were correctly shod. I was so late and so stressed
This afternoon, Sam was had made the magical transformation from neatly ironed schoolboy, to a mud encrusted mess. The unironed look! He managed to bring home half of the park, it stuck to his shoes and to his clothing. This afternoon, Sam was had made the magical transformation from neatly ironed schoolboy, to a mud encrusted mess. The unironed look! He managed to bring home half of the park, mud was caked all around his shoes and artistically spattered over his clothing. Even Meg doesn't get that filthy when she rolls in mud!
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