Food. We have so much choice these days, we really are spoilt ... for choice. Our beloved pets get in
on the act too. Witch (the DNBtD dog) is herself partial to a spot of Casserole with Peas and Pasta (courtesy of the good people at Winalot), which is a tad more exotic than the food I present to my children sometimes.
Gosh but it's been hot. Sooo very, very hot. I am talking weather-wise here, in case some of my more sensitive readers were starting to shift uncomfortably in their seats.
It has also been the last week of term, and in the case of No.3, my youngest, my baby girl - it has been the last ever week at primary school. Yep, she's off to BIG SCHOOL in September.
We've just done the Leavers' Assembly, which was lovely and personal and very, very emotional - and last week we gave them a Leavers' Party; where they had water pistol fights, a water slide, pizzas and ice-cream.
We raised money to provide everything for the party, but everyone had to supply their own weapon. So naturally we got our girl the biggest, baddest beast we could find...
I was in the local branch of my bank (as in the bank I use - not the bank I own, obviously) and I was kept waiting 20 minutes past my appointment time. Now I can't help feeling I should have telephoned them, or perhaps sent a letter saying they had gone over the agreed time and maybe even charged them for it. But that would be petty (not to mention pointless) and besides, if they'd have been on time I would have missed this exchange:
A Couple had come into the bank and sat in the Waiting Area (where I was...waiting...) and they had brought their large Collie dog in with them.
Things are a little weird in our house at the moment. My first experience (as a parent) of GCSEs is taking its
toll. No.1 Son has been pretty awesome and level-headed - but the pressure is starting to show. He's tired and, no doubt, nervous about the results in August.
But that's enough about him! What about me?! I'm exhausted. This parenting lark is tough.
Add to that the pressure of trying to find a part-time job that:
a) Fits in with the family/dog commitments and
b) Doesn't involve a Deranged Boss. (I haven't mentioned her before. Ex-boss. Trust me. De-ranged).