Squashed tomatoes and stew...bread and butter in the gutter

.... Happy Birthday to meeeeee.

So far it's going comically well..... a very bad nights sleep was followed by the 6yo having his own personal melt-down at 6:30am. Cheers for that! The 8yo tried to made amends with a stunning card which she had spent time making and this sent the 6yo into a further hyper-drive, as he'd completely forgotten to make one....

'I haven't made a card, you don't love me do you?' he wailed.

He must be male, I've given out enough hints this week to shame a shameless person. Clearly the 8yo can take a hint.... female see? But he's still gorgeous, so I think I do still love him actually.

The good news is; my St John's Wort and B complex seem to have kicked in. Regardless of the madness I didn't scream, chuck myself on the floor or demand presents. I merely repeated over and over...

'Put your underpants on, put your underpants on...' Eventually it worked.

Blimey the first week back to school after a month long break is stressful. In future years I'm going to be Queen-like and move my birthday to a more fun date..... and celebrate it on Mars.

After all the shenanigans and the force-feeding of breakfast...

....'No you cannot have the pizza for tonight....' we were hideously late for school.

Being late was clearly meant to be, as we spied a daddy from school, someone we say hello to but don't really know, broken down on the country road. His pickup's wheel was off and he was struggling in the mud.

I took his two very young children to school. I must look trustworthy. In the car everyone behaved beautifully and I felt better for having done a good deed. It reminded me to read Pay it Forward again. or I might cheat and watch the film .... I like the glowy feeling it gives me. Inspired by the book, there's a whole movement of people doing good deeds. Such a lovely idea.

Anyhoo, life's looking up. The fire is crackling. The chickens laid 9 eggs, even one from Archie's Mummy. Chinese take-away tonight with hubby and one of my very best friends and tomorrow we shall feast at a dinner party. No grumbling allowed Lou!