Thank fuck for that. The school holidays are over. Get the flags out - Blaine is back at school! WOOHOO! I couldn't blog much last week as I was staying at my mums and by evening I was so exhausted I could just slob on the sofa and not move an inch - well I could move my arm to reach for my vodka ;-)
So what did we do during our exciting holiday? Well, I've already blogged about my swimming trauma. We also visited Deep Sea World, Almondvale Heritage Centre, many parks, lots of coffee and cake places, soft-play and visited a heap of people. The highlight for me during these 2 weeks? Saturday night, when I was child-free, husband free and having a much deserved drink!
Tom was at a band contest on Saturday night - did I mention he played in a Brass Band? It's like a drug. Tom can't get enough of it. It is how I met Tom and the social side is not too bad, I have made many friends through banding and, at one point, attempted to make a noise through a cornet myself. It wasn't nice and I decided that I should concentrate more on the social aspect of it - my skills are much better placed at the bar. I could rant away about Tom's addiction to brass-banding, but I won't as it will turn into a massive swear-fest!
Anyway - he is playing at a contest with a Fife band as his band have given this one a miss, quite rightly. So he spends the whole day away at band and arrives at my mums about tea-time. By this time I'm on the train heading to Edinburgh to get pissed. WAHAY!
I had an amazing night catching up with friends, enjoying good food and wine/vodka/cocktails - relaxed, laughing, being me again - not just a mummy. But I paid the price the next day - nope, no hangover, just dealing with Tom moaning that he's tired, he's had no sleep because of Imogen (something that I've been living with since the day she was born) Then we started loading up the car to get home. The amount of stuff we had was ridiculous. Tom immediately started complaining about all the stuff he had to fit into the car, on and on and on he fucking moaned. But we fitted it all in. Then he moaned about having to drive. Then he moaned that I actually had a night out. My mum is tutting quietly and saying to me "you married your father! What a bloody grump" Tom is the ULTIMATE Grumpy middle-aged man. I have never, ever heard someone moan so much about such trivial crap. Take today for instance, we have hired a gardener, now please don't think we're posh - we certainly are not, we are just fucking lazy, pure and simple. They are due to start in April - this morning Tom starts ranting on and on about how they should have started by now, what the fuck are we paying them for etc etc All the time waving the sheet of paper in his hand from the company. "Phone them" I say, no point ranting and raving. I thought he was going to combust at my sensible suggestion. Then we head out in the car to go shopping. He's annoyed so drives like an idiot to prove to everyone he's annoyed. He decides to have an argument with a bus "THERES A FUCKING BUS LANE FOR A REASON - USE IT" and I sit in the back praying that the car doesn't get trashed. It wouldn't be the first time he's wrote a car off..........
After shopping we finally get home and lo! The gardeners are in the garden! Blowing our leaves everywhere and mowing our very tiny lawn. So that shuts his moaning up about the gardeners.....until he looks to see what they have done "where they not supposed to do the edging? Well, they haven't fucking done it"; "they haven't done the weeding....how many times are they supposed to do the weeding?" I reply that I don't know - and I get moaned at for not knowing. How very dare I not know! So he hunts out the list of duties that they are supposed to do and starts ranting on and on about that. Then, finally he goes to bed, muttering things like" don't make any noise", "what the fuck is all this crap on the bed" (clothes that need put away) etc etc
So Blaine is at school, Tom is in bed, I do sometimes wonder how I survive........
I leave to pick Blaine up from school and hang about the school gates, speaking to another school mum "Is the school closed on Friday?" she asks. What?! School closed this Friday....no, no no no no no, ppplllleeeeaassee no! I'm not too sure, but Blaine comes running out of school "MUMMY! We have no school on Friday" Oh joy - that's that confirmed then. In April Blaine is attending school for 8 whole days. 8 days. He thinks this is amazing. I think otherwise. I could cry, but I think I'll just pour another voddy.
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