Do you ever have those days where every plan you had gets eaten up by children and husbands and other general people?A day where you thought you would be studying and reading and actually it turns out that you spend your time taxiing kids, chasing husbands who forgot their mobile phones, doing Tescos.... and then your kids turn round and tell you they hate you anyway?
Of course you have those days.... we all have those days.... well, nearly all of us.Days where "you" get chewed up and spat out like an old piece of gristle that nobody wants.Today was one of those days for me.Just a day that I am glad is over.My children are sleeping peacefully, unaware of the carnage they have wrought, unaware of the fact that I am, funnily enough, a human being who used to have a life...
It seems a long time ago now, but I remember when my bathroom was fragrant with candles... not adorned with school uniform and football kit, lying as they were dropped, waiting for me to come and pick them up...I remember when my kitchen stayed pristine between meals and the possibility of muffin wrappers on my coffee table had never entered my head.I remember a time when my house was clean and smelled nice and my hallway was a place you could actually walk through without risk of serious injury from shoes, bags, shin pads or coats.
There will come a time.... I imagine in about 20 years, when my life will again be quiet and organised, fragrant and relaxed.There will come a time when the scent of teenager does permeate my existence and where there is only the distant echo of childrens voices telling me that they hate me.
If I ever moan, in that dim distant future, about the quiet or the peace or the calm..... please shoot me.