Monday, February 07, 2011


Tonight I am a very proud mama. I have all but forgotten my wrath of yesterday and my "darling daughter's curious nature" God damn it! destructive little oik, whom I love dearly and has been a sweet as pie today - "mmmm, mummy, your vegetable chilli is the BEST!"

Tonight my eldest son found out he passed his entrance test and has been offered a place at the secondary school we wanted him to attend. He's as pleased as punch and I'm silently relieved that September now looks to be "hitch-less". Until today we had a rather large clound hanging over us that he might not get in, the other school had refused our application as we weren't actually living in. the. house. right now so we would only be on a long waiting list and I was thinking that I may have been home edding again and having to reapply to do midwifery in the future sometime. Big selfish sigh of relief.

Luckily the fug has lifted, bless his soul that he did so well and I didn't manage to crush him entirely under my selfish stress - poor lad!

Of course, now we have to pay for this and the uniform....agggghhh, the uniform. Luckily there appears to be a second hand shop, so I'm hoping we might be able to get some of it from there because 70 quid for a blazer and 30 for just one sweatshirt, that might last him a year is making me re think my career choice entirely! I'm wondering escort agency or stock exchange? Although I do see gaping flaws in both plans, namely the un-timely departure south of any areas that might be worth being escorted and together at that, and a less than willing desire to work with anything remotely resembling a number, not least whilst jumping up and down with my southward anatomy in a sweaty room full of yelling people. So...back to plan A.

Before finding the price list for his uniform, I did discover this blog and was starting to compile a wish/dream/slobber list for my birthday next month. I dearly want a chalkboard wall. I thought it would be an awesome way to stay in touch/communicate over the next few years with the increasing comings and goings of pre-teens/teens, life on shift, life travelling and life on our "mock-farm" with who, what and when needs feeding and was debating paint over buying a chalkboard and mounting it on the wall.

I'd also asked for a greengage tree for the garden.

I wonder if I could change my order to a blazer and pair of football boots for an 11 year old boy and a year's supply of baked beans and pot noodles please?

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