Its one of those weekends... You know the ones where you just feel annoyed and fed up? I have spent all morning at my boys football. They lost, but it was ok. Then my husband has gone off to football too, taking #1 son. So I am babysitting #2 son. Then the phone goes. #1 son has locked the keys in the car... half an hour away... and been hit in the face by a football. I get in the car with #2 son.... drive to where they are.#1 is curled up in a ball wrapped in my husbands clothes.
I am nice and caring, giving pain killers and love. Let's go home, I suggest. At which #1 son howls and cries and I am the worst mother in the world for even suggesting such a thing. He wants to stay with dad.
So now I am cross. Not a word of thank you for driving there and back. So I shout and leave to drive home... having made sure that he is warm and ok of course. And tomorrow I will spend the morning making sure the boys are quiet so my Man can sleep and then he will wake up and go to baseball. The whole afternoon. Yes, I could go and watch. But it is in the middle of a freezing field... not sunny California. England.
So I will babysit again. My weekend consists of babysitting, taxiing,cooking and doing absolutely nothing interesting. I am bored out of my skull and sorry for myself. Yes, I could garden, write, paint, cook, watch tv, play the wii, read, do crosswords.... but I am in a mood and wallowing in my misery. Like a big fat hippo.I want to go and sit on a beach with a big marguerita and a plate of calamari and lemon wedges. I want to swim in a sparkling sea and watch the salt dry on my nut brown skin in crazed glittering patterns.
But I am here.