Wednesday, 7 September 2011

It's been one of those days

...not one of those days, but one of THOSE days.  The kind you only ever really dream about.  Let me explain.  






Most days, lets call them "normal days" pass where you have a mental checklist of all the things you have to get accomplished.  When you flop down late in the evening with a cup of tea you can only check off two or three of the things on your list, but you've had a giggle...you've played with your girl and you know that all of the cleaning will wait.  Then there are the other kind of days when you stupefy your girl with tv and growl "in a wee minute" as you storm through the to do list.  Today was neither of those days.


We accomplished a great deal.

  • Into school to do the cover (Bea saw the bunnies, so joy ensued)
  • Pop into Andys to buy GB pumps (again...great joy)
  • Visit Granny and Granda 
  • Got car washed
  • Bank
  • Post Office and emergency chocolate shop (Bea LOVES to stick on the stamps and post the letters)
  • Dance at home
  • Make spag bol (enough to freeze for GB dinner on Monday)
  • Dishes / wash floor (Bea watches 2 episodes of Wombles)
  • Josie and Phoebe visit (while their poor mummy visits the dentist :( )
  • Lunchtime with Auntie Heather
  • Elepfun, talking for Rapunzel, jigsaws
  • Bea plays on computer while I clean the bathroom and dust upstairs (while doing TWO loads of washing)
  • Painting of the certificate earned on the Cbeebies website.  Finger painting
  • Bea makes Angel delight with real strawberries
  • Kitchen gets cleaned (See previous)
  • Floors washed.
  • Car cleaned inside and hoovered
  • Carpets hoovered
  • Cuddles on sofa with bag of Malteasers (see point 6)
  • Daddy comes home...off to exchange a birthday top of Bea's and buy new book for Book Club
  • Make dinner
  • Sort out freezer (who knew frozen food had use by dates!)
  • Wash dishes
  • Clean cooker
If it all sounds too good to be true...unfortunately it was.  After tea, I discovered that due to my expired driving licence and passport I do not officially exist.

Perhaps this is the secret formula.  Those days when you get LOADS done and STILL manage to have great fun with your girl only happen when you don't really exist.

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