Knackered
Excuse me whilst my head hits the keyboard and I start snoring. Talk about Girl Lacer being tired since she started nursery, what about her poor mummy? I’m knackered to. I’ve been thinking about it today and my very scribbled upon calendar and I was convinced that if I went back and looked at say February that it’d be virtually blank, as life feels alot busier these days. I did succumb and look this evening and was surprised to find that February (and the other months around it) were just as scribbled on, so what’s the difference? I guess back then if we had something on that day (it was usually one of Boy Lacer’s appointments or a tuition client), it was the only thing that day, now I have multiple things, that’s the difference and other things (like writing) that I’m trying to cram in as well, you know how it is, two small tiny businesses, trying to develop a career in a third, two small kids and a chaotic shoe box of a house with a storage problem (honestly today even the meter reading guy suggested I may need to do some tidying at some point!). So the short of it I’m knackered.
Doesn’t help that, like I said Girl Lacer is also knackered and is currently a tantruming little madam (honestly she’s nearly 4, when do they stop?) She came home from nursery today with the proof of her school photo (which was today, bad mummy alert: I knew it was today but wasn’t organised enough to make sure she had a clean dry uniform for the photo, so she went to nursery in her slightly damp polo shirt / jumper uniform, but honestly who in their wisdom chose a school uniform that parents had to buy that couldn’t be tumble dried?). Anyway she came home today with the proof of her school photo and she looks so cute and sweet and adorable, pure butter wouldn’t melt in her mouth, but in the space of the journey home which is 10 minutes if that (and that included a detour round the corner to the post office) she had three tantrums and then preceded to have more at home. Can I have the sweet little girl in the photo please?
Oh well, it’s night now, all is quiet, me and Mr. Lacer have had the ‘gourmet’ meal of oven chips with melted cheese and pancetta on them, a common dish from our student days (well maybe the pancetta was replaced with plain old bacon) and tonight’s version felt wrong without serving it in a polystyrene tray (not that I did mind you), but it was good old comfort food and more importantly reasonably quick. Anyone following my cooking posts will have noticed I haven’t really spoken on those matters for some time, bar Boy Lacer’s birthday baking (and I’ve got another round of that coming up with Girl Lacer’s birthday in two weeks). Cooking for me at the moment is a cheese sandwich. Maybe I wouldn’t be so knackered if I fed myself properly. I’m even getting fed up of my favourite comfort dish, sphagetti with chilli and pancetta, oh well I suppose it was only a matter of time, but will mean evenmore cheese sandwiches. I know I could be doing some Nigella (Express stylie) but honestly I don’t have her food budget! Although I still love her but it did make me laugh with her express breakfasts last Monday, honestly a breakfast can’t get any more express than some cereal and a bit of toast!
