Well I have complained about the school related crapness.

Stage one, complaint has gone to the LEA about the lack of information I have. If this isn't sorted satisfactorily step two will be to contact everyone else I can possibly think of. This includes local papers and Phoebe and I doing our Sad Face stood outside the building site if need be (oh man I hope it doesn't come to that!). I would like to be honest and say I have embraced the rage but in fact I have spent a large portion of the day in tears about it all and the other half in a raging strop!

Paul is out tonight so I will have to do all the washing, packing and cleaning tonight. And as he is out I will be having my customary take out, not sure what I fancy tonight but I will be abusing the facility of Just Eat so I don't even have to talk to anyone... I fear spelling my name may send me skipping over the edge of all reason!

Silver Lining...

Despite having one of those days and all the school problems I have not stuffed my face with junk food! Mr Mckenna must be helping out there as before now I would be face first in a bowl of ice cream or a bar of chocolate (which is odd as I have now realised I actually don't like chocolate all that much!).

Mind you as far as linings go this is a very slim one. I don't think I am going to breathe out properly until we get a new date for the meeting and actually find out about the school.

More school related crap.

[Head Explodes]

I am starting to err on the side of a complaint with a cc to my MP, nuff said really!

Seriously though it is a month until the end of term and I know precisely nothing about the school my daughter has been allocated to attend. This is NOT good. Gits.

Feeling Gloomy.

Why I am singing this to the song Feeling Groovy I have no idea but I am. I had such good intentions this morning, I was going to do my banking and then pop out to see if I could find a few nice but cheap clothes for myself. I am down to 2 pairs of trousers and 1 black bra that doesn't quite fit. Tops I seem to have in hand but I really do need new trews and another over shoulder boulder holder would be handy. I couldn't even attempt go for a run as I have a blister on the sole of my foot after the night out on Friday (note to self, flats next time so you don't take your slightly heeled shoes off to walk barefoot through London in a drunken state).

Anyway so I got the girls into school, drove down to the bank, parked, got my ticket, went into the bank and queued up for 5 mins, was just about to go up to the cashier when I went in my bag to get my bank book out (thankfully after loosing it for a week it was located behind the knife block, because of course that is the safest place for it isn't [despairs at self]) only to realise in getting my bag ready this morning I hadn't put the elusive bank book in and it was, in fact, still languishing in the safe place it always lives in (well in theory!)! GAH! This means I could not go shopping and it wasn't even a case of whip  home and grab book as the free parking near my bank of choice is no return for an hour or so. I shall have to go tomorrow morning with Clara (which negates shopping) and shop on Wednesday. Curses, foiled by my own dimwittery.

Right, I am back on the hypno wagon.

After seeing how fat I looked in the picture yesterday I am back to doing the Paul McKenna thing again with renewed spirit! I have let it slide a bit but I have just cleared the dining table so I can eat all my meals at it and not on my knee in front of the TV. I will be slim, I hate being this fat!

A Proud of me moment

Yesterday I decided I had nothing to wear for a night out. So I cracked out one of my books and, for the first time ever, drafted a pattern for an A line zip skirt :D. I bribed the children with an Ikea lunch (we were meant to be meeting friends at Wisley but Phoebe had banged her head in an impressive style and was waay too whingy and clingy to consider it) and picked out some material. Came home via the haberdashers for a zip and some hook and eyes. I then proceeded to make myself this:

To say I am proud of myself is a bit of an understatement! I wore it out when I went to meet up with some friends and it felt great to wear something I made! Next step a dress I think, I quite fancy a 50s style dress with a big skirt lol!

I am a mean, cruel mummy. And proud of it!

Things I have told my children:

• You can't buy cocoa pops / Frosties in the UK (we rarely take them to the supermarket, preferring online shopping).
• When the Ice Cream Van plays music it is calling for more ice cream as it has run out.
• If they are exhibiting an annoying behaviour I tell them that a random sign says that is banned in where ever we are.
• The balloons on sale in the highstreet are only for show or only Grannies are allowed to buy them.

I am sure there are more, I forget how mean I can be! I call it sanity saving because I know my parents did it to me to save their sanity on occasions. The one that took the longest to drop was "Only aunts and uncles can put their elbows on the table". The penny dropped that that was a fallacy last year when I was telling my girls to take their elbows off the table. I was 31, oh dear!

Does anyone else have any corkers? Am I missing any other tricks?