Financial faux pas and other disasterous decisions

Intergalactic_Floozie

moo2moo wrote: »

Last night was hot hot hot. Too hot to sleep in fact as DD1 kept reminding me as she visited every hour between midnight and 5am. I'm shattered and thats before today even starts. I already know its going to be a manic day today so list of things to achieve before sports day starts at 10:30am:

• Move 4 benches, 1 table, 300 chairs and 25 gym mats onto school field
• Erect 18 gazebos and not-so-pop-up pop up shelters
• Grow several pairs of extra arms in a vague attempt to achieve this.
• Convince Year 5 and 6 teachers to loan me their 90 children to assist
• Regret obtaining 90 10 and 11 year olds to hinder progress
• Try not to get really cheesed off with the parents who'll arrive early to get a good seat and spend an hour watching me and commenting on how hard I'm working then proceed to plonk themselves down on the kids mats under the kids shade and will get really shirty when I direct them to the adult seating which will be in full sun.
• Locate picnic bearing OH at 13:00 hours to consume picnic in shade - I have my own personal gazebo (first aid tent)
• Take list of plastered parents to main office so that secretarys can track down their spouses to arrange collection . Spending the afternoon in full sun drinking Pimms leaves several of the mums a bit squiffy.
• Return all items of furniture from whence they came

Its going to be fun fun fun!

Am roraring with laughter - you kill me, you really do!!! :rotfl::rotfl:.

moo2moo

I survived sports day unscathed. OH treated us to take out for dinner. Passed out on the sofa due to sheer exhaustion (the two bottles of wine had nowt to do with it) sometime around 9pm. Had a dippy moment around 7:30am when I realised I'd over slept (not having an alarm clock in the vicinity of the sofa makes this surprisingly easy to do. Got dressed at warp speed into the clothing from the top of the pile. Big mistake. Huge mistake. The rhyme goes...red and green should never be seen. Clearly I wasn't paying attention but incidently my lack of colour co-ordination was the least of my worries. Brown chunky workman-esque boots coupled with baggy knee length khaki greeny (a sort of sludgy colour) shorts. From the waist down I look like a builder. Ok thats normal for me.The top half wouldn't be out of place on your average page 3 babe. Its a bright red strappy vest top with built in bra (hmmm - a bit of extra material and a whole lot of elastic) which is barely containing my assets. Spent the entire morning doing unplanned things which required me to bend down and lean over. Was doing 30 second boob checks to make sure nothing managed to escape- had several near misses but no actual catastrophes. Will be getting changed before returning this afternoon!

Music Magpie tat posted. Several very dull surveys completed. Plan for the day:

• locate the source of the smell in the kitchen (I'm thinking u-bend) and eradicate smell
• clean bathroom
• prune some of the hedges
• do yet more laundry

Month end paperwork has arrived. £650 to go to be sub 25K and 7 weeks to do it. Unfortunately will also have to pay for summer childcare up front so it won't be quite as easy as it sounds but OH has a fair amount of overtime to come this month.

The house seems to be getting a teeny bit tidier now that the tat is being cleared. OH is picking up a new computer chair (from flea bay) tomorrow as the current one has progressed beyond repair. I don't suppose 12 years, 6 houses and two continents is bad though.

moo2moo

Have initiated smell detection protocal. Can confirm that smell is not coming from fridge. Nor is it coming from within the giant bag of Galaxy Minsterals - taste test confirmed this.

Guess I'm really going to have to start on the housework before I end up eating the entire bag of minstrels.

OH has cc'd me on his e-mail to his boss with his chosen dates for holidays. Unsurprisingly its the list of dates I e-mailed him last week having gone through his shift roster. At least now I can book childcare safe in the knowledge that I'm not paying for someone else to look after the DDs when hes at home which is really really irritating.

moo2moo

Its still sunny! The boss is away until Monday so I've left an essay on his chair (his desk is a tip and he'd never find it there) with the dates I want to work over the summer and a request for holiday over October half term. Theres nowt like being organised and I'm nowt like organised.

According to the master plan I'll work 4 days at the start of the hols, reducing to 3 and then 2 so that I end up with 5 days off every week. Damn shame. I need to pay for 8 days childcare up front which although its subsidised still eats up £296. After that I need to find a further £40 each week to cover pony fun day too. Thats on top of using almost half of my annual holiday allowance. Total childcare bill for the school summer hols a rather ludicrous £576 :eek:

The smell turned out to be something rancid festering away under the roll out tray that the bin lives in. 12 screws and a lot of swearing later the offending gloop has been removed and the kitchen smells a whole lot better. Its still a tip though.

Postie has just been bringing yet another free copy of Salutation! complete with Kit Kat Senses. Letters from the passport people have arrived too complete with cryptic intrcuctions on acceptable photographs. This could be interesting. Apparently the ideal photo is that of a corpse with full blown rigor mortis. No smile, no teeth, no facial expression, no hair, no glasses, no nothing. Next thing you know they'll amend this to include no make up, no perms, no artificially straightened hair, no dyed hair and no botox. Although its entirely possible that I overlooked that particular area of small print after all its a 4 page form with 32 pages of instructions on how it should be filled in.

DD1 went to the rifle range with the OH straight after school yesterday. She had a great time and hit targets that astounded him. She came home mentally shattered. I tried very hard to keep a straight face when she hit full blown wobbly mode at 9pm having been sent to bed on three previous occasions but failed miserably. Why is it that when they're tired and obnoxious they say the funniest things. Corker of the night being "I never ever ever want to have ice cream ever again" stomp.

makeup

moo2moo wrote: »

Corker of the night being "I never ever ever want to have ice cream ever again" stomp.

I love that about a being a kid..you can say the most ridiculous things ever with a completely straight face because you really really mean it....

Intergalactic_Floozie

moo2moo wrote: »

OH has cc'd me on his e-mail to his boss with his chosen dates for holidays. Unsurprisingly its the list of dates I e-mailed him last week having gone through his shift roster. At least now I can book childcare safe in the knowledge that I'm not paying for someone else to look after the DDs when hes at home which is really really irritating.

My DH is like this (or was, when he had his old job). Even more annoying was me booking time off, then he'd be off sick, or work from home or something but he'd leave it til the last minute to tell me so I was geared up for a day off work and couldn't face going in, thus wasting a day's leave or flexi.

moo2moo

Hello all:hello:

Its cold, wet, windy, grey and miserable her. The perfect day to take the DDs horse riding. I was super mega organised yesterday and put all the thick winter coats in the wardrobe ready for winter, well it is June after all, however I may well be retrieving them significantly earlier than planned. Whilst I was in the wardrobe I came across two new mens shirts. Lovely things. Ones a wonderful shade of diahorrea, the others a rather odd pale lilac both nylon circa 1970. Turns out OHs mother thought he'd like them when she found them in the back of her wardrobe sometime during the 80s. Will palm them off on the school summer fayre.

I really need to do some clothes shopping. My clothing occupies less than half the space of OHs and what is ther has had it. Black jumpers are now grey, not surprising really since several of them were from The Sweater Shop - those with memories like elephants will recall they went bust somethime around 1995. I hate clothes shopping. Perhaps I can drag Lula out of hiding, hand her a wodge of cash and send her off in search of something that won't make me look like a bag lady. I'm quite tempted by the GAP logo-d stuff with the giant pocket and the hood but I've a feeling I'd end up looking like a complete prat.

moo2moo

Had a barney with DD1 yesterday over pocket money. She gets £3 per week, normally as 3 x £1 coins. Yesterday I gave her 2x £1 coins, a 50p, 2x 20p and 1x 10p. Total £3. She struggles with maths and was convinced I was underpaying her in the end she refused the pocket money. She either wanted her 3 pound coins or nothing at all. I left the money on her window sill assuming she'd calm down. When I went to bed there was the pile of coins on my pillow and a note in her best hand writing which reads " I Dont woant it so keep it! Don't send it back." Can't tell you how proud I am of her for using capital letters mostly in the right places, using the appropriate punctuation and for fabulous spelling. I was so proud of her that I gave her an extra 50p for being a star and she promptly burst into tears. Have promised her I'll show the note to her teacher and her senco (special educational needs co-ordinator) on Monday.

Washing now tumbling round in the dryer. Its snowing. In June.

moo2moo

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagggggggggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhh
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The OH has just walked in the door with a pre-packaged sandwich which hes just bought in the village shop to eat at home because he was hungry. Why do they do these things?

lucielle

MEN!! You have my sympathies
L