Now That Was A Bad Idea

just finished watching a very very very (times infinity...) sad film, My Sisters Keeper, it's not as if I didn't know it was going to be sad... and yet I still feel the need to watch! I have fancied this book since I saw it reviewed on the Richard and Judy show (oh god I am so easily swayed). It would have been even more over-indulgent and sad if the kids had gone to bed and let me boo-hoo in peace, blinkin' summer hols. Ruthy spent a good portion of the film asking me what things meant, and then asking me what they'd just said (you know, when she was TALKING!) Kane however just interjected the occasional "she's really selfish!" comment followed by "why'd he die?" and other such statements designed to get on my nerves, oh and of course when mummy has tears streaming down her face they both have to turn and peer at me and giggle!

Bit of an odd day, got a bit done housewise, stairs are now returned to a stair like state and not general storage depot, the laundry baskets at the top of the stairs have been emptied (nah, not really emptied but definitely made less full). I hoovered my bedroom floor... da da dah!!! This is worthy of a da da dah as my floor gets sorely neglected in favour of stemming the tide of other "stuff" which threatens to engulf the house most of the time. Well you do the maths, one house, three bedrooms, six people, two cats and one dog... one person fighting the losing domesticity battle .

Managed to burn Other Halfs dinner (oops) at which point he said "it's ok I'm not really hungry now as it goes" (now, as opposed to earlier when if I had presented dinner he would have been hungry ) he then looked at his plate and asked if the pork steaks had shrunk... they had due, to the aforementioned burning of them...mind you thought he wasn't hungry NOW . I managed to feel both guilt and resentment simultaneously and different thoughts were battling for attention in my head.. poor sod's dinner is spoiled, why didn't he cook his own dinner if he was hungry, I know he goes to bed early I suppose it is a bit late, why doesn't he just SAY he wants dinner a little earlier. Of course nothing was said or else I'd have been starting something which would have meant he would go to bed late and not be able to get up in the morning! AaaaaaRgggH!

There, that's better .

He didn't even notice I'd cleared the stairs mind you...

Ah well, tomorrow is another day and there are plans to meet my friend and her kids at the park, not a park I know very well and I am a tad nervous about driving (eeek don't know where I'm going) there. It will be good to get the kids out and about though and little Miss Maya seems ok this evening so hopefully we will get to burn some excess energy off, which will hopefully lead to a more settled evening. And now I am off to find something more lighthearted (anything) and cheer myself up...it's my own fault I knew it would make me miserable .

Ooh look Argumental did I ever tell you I slept in Marcus Brigstocks bed? His mum gave us the bunk beds when we were little so it's not very exciting, makes me smile when I think of it though .