Home of Slightly Cracked Dreams

Despite the fact I love nothing more than a quiet day at home, alone, with some good DVD’s or books, after yesterday I’m still enjoying the busy-ness.

I had nearly forgotten today that I had an appointment with another financial planner for a second opinion. And since the office was next door to McDonalds, I thought a spot of morning tea with the kids would be a nice treat for them being so *cough cough* good while I was talking to the financial planner. Of course then I realised we would be across the road from the ‘goon (translation from Kin’sKidSpeak: Lagoon) which the girls had been begging to go to for ages. I could feel my quiet day slipping away, and mentally imagining the condition of the house in a few days time.

But what the hell? I packed bags, and due to some interesting ideas put forward by the other financial planner, I ended up needing to see someone else a bit later. So rather than getting wet, we had a play on the playground, went BACK to the bank, THEN hit the lagoon. By the time we got home it was 1pm, and to be honest, I’m exhausted. I managed a short lie down before I remembered I had to duck to the shops to get snacks for daycare tomorrow. Although, to be honest, I think next time I’ll bake something, because a “quick trip” to the shops with three kids often turns into an hour long test of my patience. Not to mention the $10 in bribes rewards for the kids for getting out of the shops without causing me to raise my voice.

But after a generally fun and happy day, I still have a messy house, the same amount of washing to do as when the day started. And I’ve hardly been home long enough to do anything. And tomorrow isn’t going to be much quieter.

Being a daycare day, I’m dropping the kidliwinks off, then heading to my torture session swimfit training, then have a nail repaired, before meeting Hubby for lunch. Me thinks the next few weeks will be busy trying to catch up from two completely lost days this week. On top of everything else.