The cracks are beginning to show

 This week is really turning into one of those weeks that inspired me to start this blog in the first place.

All bar one block of flats last night we finished the leaflet drop.

That aside...

Yesterday afternoon I'd literally told a colleague that I was looking forward to the evening because it was my night off from my second job - being a mum. I explained husband and son would have pizza heated up by husband and then they were out to finish the last of the leaflets. My big plan was to sit down and watch Death in Paradise.

No sooner had I sent this than a WhatsApp came through on the mum school network (old bag network) - reminding everybody that Thursday (today) is European Day of Languages. The kids needed to come in dressed in European National costume - or an outfit in flag colours. Oh and there was a cake competition.

Son came home from school and I addressed the cake - with relief he said he didn't want to do this.

I knew son had a sweatshirt with the Union Flag on it. I got this ready and sat down whilst husband and son went to do the last of the leaflets.

I sat down and relaxed for a whole 20 minutes and they were back 'that was quick', I said 'oh we couldn't do all of them' they said - 'we couldn't work out how to get to the flats so we left it'.

FFS

So I messaged the person who gave us the leaflets, who explained how to get in. But it needed to be done before mid-day each day (a struggle for those of us who work and go to school!). They also mentioned THE NEXT BATCH OF LEAFLETS HAD ARRIVED.

AAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.

So I came up with a plan. I'd wait until son was ready for school and then I'd head off to flats before work.

At 06:30 I got dressed for work and then made a breakfast for the family (regular Thursday thing to clear us out of mushrooms and egg before weekly Tesco delivery).

Then it was time for son to get ready.

Turns out I was wrong about being prepared - mad flap this morning - sweatshirt no longer fits. He only had one other sweatshirt clean and dry in house - Blue with Superdry written across it in white. Problem as this had a huge rip in it! Asked him where that had come from and he said...... 'I don't know, maybe I was drunk' - I looked at him - he said 'well that's what you'd say'.

So:

1. I'm a terrible mother

2. I ended up having to sew up the sweatshirt (whilst he did homework he remembered he'd forgotten to do)

All done and husband now awake I grabbed my phone and keys and headed to the flats to try to deliver the leaflets before work. Shouting to son 'By the way, if anybody asks, you're wearing the colours of the Scottish flag'.

As I drove down my road the school minibus went past me 5 minutes early (there was a sigh of relief from me as I realised the chaos and shouting about to start at home wasn't my problem).

Got to flats - pressed button and got in and delivered leaflets. Got back to door to get out and couldn't work out what to do. Spent 10 minutes trying to find a button to press. Started to hyperventilate that I'd have to stay in flats until somebody that lived there went out. Then decided to give the catch on the door a go. Hey presto - FREEDOM.

And after all of this I got back home and was sitting down with 10 mins to spare to write this.

As our cleaner is still sick - my lunch time is going to be cleaning bathrooms and kitchen. Husband and I have split effort (he does tidying, bins and hoovering). He likes to do it at weekends, I prefer very early Thursday morning. This makes him mad as I wake him up when I'm cleaning. So he negotiated that he'd do the Thursday lunchtime dog walk if I left the cleaning until then.

So that's the plan.

Life is exhausting!