Once again I find myself with an odd phenomenon only understood by and dispensed by the people in "Thames house" A ZERO Day!!!!!

What is this mumbo jumbo you may ask??? Well it's that precious day off after ... A weekend of on call awarded to you to ensure a semi intact sanity in my job, and guess what mine is today.

As always in any full time mummy's life these luxuries simply do not exist. Zero day 😂😂😂😂😂are you kidding..

Mine as usual started with my only plan which was ;
: School runs in the morning
: Race home
: Put my pyjamas back on as still too warm to disguise it with a coat!!!!
: Brew large pot of coffee
: ensure I never take sunglasses off until in bed .. Kept on to avoid actually waking up fully while doing the prior 5 above ( or I might spot house chores that need doing )
: prepare large Dorrito, Cheddar and hot salsa snack
: Back to bed
: Spend day with Amazon Prime
: pick kids up
: walk dog same time as both school runs
: pretend to be a sane adult when kids get home

Well just as I was about to get to item number 4 my phone rang !!!!!!
Hello is that Ms A ? ( pondering at this point with the possibility of pretending to be ehhhhm anyone but myself) it's the infant school calling I am afraid munchkin number 3 is rather !!!!!! Poorly.....Arrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr nooooooo 😱😱😱😱
shall we just say that was the end of my well planned self centred , height of laziness, do not move except to avoid incontinence, stuff my face to high heavens day..

So instead I get to spend my day with my precious little one , alone without his other siblings demanding attention, Watching Mr Maker etall, crushing paracetamol as I have run out of syrup as you do 🙄...and finding out and catching up on what I've missed while on call for the last 72 hours..

For now what do you think of my house hold reminder??? Guaranteed to ensure I never forget to buy Ammonia/Hominy/Twine or Wash blue except that paracetamol, TIME are not included...

xxxx

Forgive me for being silent recently, sometimes even I struggle to find humor in my rather shambolic life.
Be rest assured I have definitely been up to a lot.
So ...say hello to Biscuit my new puppy who according to his breeder is a Chinese crested powder puff puppy😜 fancy name for a cute little shagglyicious definitely not potty trained sugar puff...

Biscuit you see came about not just because I am mad about dogs, I am truly and have owned a decent number , or because my daughter has been doggy mad since she could talk, in fact she got an exact copy of biscuit a stuffed toy dog named Charly when she was 2 to teach her about caring for dogs and now 8 years later boomshakalaka !!!!!!!😎
No, Biscuit came home to us as I have recently discovered that in time of extreme stress I do what every ostrich does, bury my head in quick sand and hope everything will be ok when I resurface....
So I simply figured if I can't sort my child care malachy out I might as well complicate things more and guess what go puppy hunting, fall absolutely in love with my fluffy sugar puff and ... Bring him home.
So my friends beware that as we are on top of everything else potty training my little man above, my already chaotic home now has a new dinstinct character.... A new aroma which is a combination of WooWoo's breath as she keeps hissing at Biscuit..WooWoo is our cat, did I forget to mention her 😾😾😾😾Biscuits wee, Detol spray and whatever left over dinner from 2009 which I haven't discovered yet .

so I beg of you to beware of the risk of maybe temporary lung injury, anosmia, or some form of "Anthracosis" I love that word😉😉😉 if you visit.

​For now enjoy my attempts at taking pictures of my little one.....while I enjoy my newly acquired interest in the habits and behavioural patterns of ostriches😎😎😎😎😎