I asked matt to sort this morning out as I knew I was going to stay up a little later than normal and had today all planned out.

What was going to happen was that I was going to get up around 10, have a nice long soak in the bath, get out and have a nice sunbed session listening to some adagio or other and then go out for a while possibly over to MK for a wander, meet Robin if he wasn’t busy and in the evening I was going to go out with friends after a nice roast dinner cooked by Matt to see Brokeback Mountain … yes, a truly lovely day.

This is how it really went:

I was woken up at 8 by daisy saying how Zoey couldn’t be arsed to get ready so had missed her bus, Daisy had been arguing with Zoey was now running late herself. Matt had got up at 7:45, too late to make sure Zoey got on her bus and after doing Jermaine had gone back to bed. This meant I had to get straight out of bed and drive both girls to school, no time to do anything except clean my teeth.

On the way back me and Matt, who decided to go with me, had something in McDonalds, he some food and me a coffee. It was pleasant enough but away from my plans for the day.

I spoke to him and it turns out he didn’t get any meat out anyway so no roast this evening.

It is now 10:39 and I am really quite uptight, not really in a good frame of mind to do a relaxing anything, it will be some time before I get my day back on track again. This is assuming I shall.

This situation can’t continue as none of the kids give a shit about their chores now, they just see them as a joke, a bargaining chip for something they want. It has got to the point where I am starting to do these things myself just because it is less stressful to do it than it is to argue with the kids to do it. So, this evening, instead of a relaxing movie I am going to be having a family conference, we are going to sit down and find out how we got to this point and how we get back to what we should be doing.

Why is it I make these plans for myself to pamper ‘me’ when I really should know better?

I asked matt to sort this morning out as I knew I was going to stay up a little later than normal and had today all planned out.

What was going to happen was that I was going to get up around 10, have a nice long soak in the bath, get out and have a nice sunbed session listening to some adagio or other and then go out for a while possibly over to MK for a wander, meet Robin if he wasn’t busy and in the evening I was going to go out with friends after a nice roast dinner cooked by Matt to see Brokeback Mountain … yes, a truly lovely day.

This is how it really went:

I was woken up at 8 by daisy saying how Zoey couldn’t be arsed to get ready so had missed her bus, Daisy had been arguing with Zoey was now running late herself. Matt had got up at 7:45, too late to make sure Zoey got on her bus and after doing Jermaine had gone back to bed. This meant I had to get straight out of bed and drive both girls to school, no time to do anything except clean my teeth.

On the way back me and Matt, who decided to go with me, had something in McDonalds, he some food and me a coffee. It was pleasant enough but away from my plans for the day.

I spoke to him and it turns out he didn’t get any meat out anyway so no roast this evening.

It is now 10:39 and I am really quite uptight, not really in a good frame of mind to do a relaxing anything, it will be some time before I get my day back on track again. This is assuming I shall.

This situation can’t continue as none of the kids give a shit about their chores now, they just see them as a joke, a bargaining chip for something they want. It has got to the point where I am starting to do these things myself just because it is less stressful to do it than it is to argue with the kids to do it. So, this evening, instead of a relaxing movie I am going to be having a family conference, we are going to sit down and find out how we got to this point and how we get back to what we should be doing.

Why is it I make these plans for myself to pamper ‘me’ when I really should know better?

Oh my, this will never do … I have just been so neglecting this blog

What have I been up to then? Well, no flippin’ goat herds, that’s for sure.

My contract with my isp v21 expires in a couple of weeks and I am going to switch providers, I simply don’t need the aggro I get off them and they are no where near as cheap as they once were. Most likely be switching to Demon.

I am still not 100%, perhaps I should have settled for the mittens? Anyway, throat reasonably clear but I am still talking a little weird and cough now and then … I can live with that for now but will get it checked out if it carries on.

Just found out yesterday that the guy investigating the social services complaint sends his report to them and they add their conclusion which seems totally pointless, they just as well write it themselves if they don’t have to accept anything in it.

Things are finally moving on the placement for Jermaine to the Chalfont in Bucks. It turned out they sent their report to social services who didn’t think of passing it to health. I sent a reminder and health now have a copy so it is going to panel for them to throw a wobbly.

In the meantime back on the ranch, I have had to remind Temi, one of Jermaine’s carers, that she must be clear of the kitchen by 6pm. She has taken to not starting anything until 5:30 and still being in there doing washing up at 6:45 which was leaving no time for us to get a meal prepared properly and in private. I think they sometimes forget whose house this is. They also asked for Jermaine not to go into respite this weekend. Not because they thought there was some benefit to him or us but because they want the overtime, what a cheek!

Checked out Airmiles earlier to see if I would save money using them going to Florida later in the year. Turns out that if I fly to Atlanta I just save £110 but if I fly direct to Orlando I actually pay slightly more in cash than I would do if I booked the flights elsewhere. So, I spend £100 of Tesco vouchers to save £110, can’t see the point in that at all!

The minute I walked in the door (queue trumpets), I could see it needed cleaning so I got the mop out, how exciting was that? Not only that but I did two wash loads and don’t have any washing left to do in the house, in fact, sod all left to do at all! I am so going to get me some voluntary work because this is driving me nuts!

Oh my, this will never do … I have just been so neglecting this blog

What have I been up to then? Well, no flippin’ goat herds, that’s for sure.

My contract with my isp v21 expires in a couple of weeks and I am going to switch providers, I simply don’t need the aggro I get off them and they are no where near as cheap as they once were. Most likely be switching to Demon.

I am still not 100%, perhaps I should have settled for the mittens? Anyway, throat reasonably clear but I am still talking a little weird and cough now and then … I can live with that for now but will get it checked out if it carries on.

Just found out yesterday that the guy investigating the social services complaint sends his report to them and they add their conclusion which seems totally pointless, they just as well write it themselves if they don’t have to accept anything in it.

Things are finally moving on the placement for Jermaine to the Chalfont in Bucks. It turned out they sent their report to social services who didn’t think of passing it to health. I sent a reminder and health now have a copy so it is going to panel for them to throw a wobbly.

In the meantime back on the ranch, I have had to remind Temi, one of Jermaine’s carers, that she must be clear of the kitchen by 6pm. She has taken to not starting anything until 5:30 and still being in there doing washing up at 6:45 which was leaving no time for us to get a meal prepared properly and in private. I think they sometimes forget whose house this is. They also asked for Jermaine not to go into respite this weekend. Not because they thought there was some benefit to him or us but because they want the overtime, what a cheek!

Checked out Airmiles earlier to see if I would save money using them going to Florida later in the year. Turns out that if I fly to Atlanta I just save £110 but if I fly direct to Orlando I actually pay slightly more in cash than I would do if I booked the flights elsewhere. So, I spend £100 of Tesco vouchers to save £110, can’t see the point in that at all!

The minute I walked in the door (queue trumpets), I could see it needed cleaning so I got the mop out, how exciting was that? Not only that but I did two wash loads and don’t have any washing left to do in the house, in fact, sod all left to do at all! I am so going to get me some voluntary work because this is driving me nuts!