In the past 3 weeks ( 21 days exactly) I have orchestrated and delivered a weekend for all four of us in Liverpool for GASP's impending BIG birthday. This included getting two tickets for GASP and the eldest to go to Heaven ie. Anfield thanks to a very dear friend aka The President. As it was a surprise trip all details fell to my good self and, if I may say so, it was a resounding success. Since we docked off our swift ferry on Monday March 13th I have had the car serviced and NCT'd, done the drop off for 3 singing lessons, 3 swimming lessons, gone to 6 football games, 9 training sessions, compered a pub quiz, arranged costumes for no uniform day, attended a St. Patrick's Day parade, attended a " please inject my butt" appointment, visited a patient in hospital twice , took the eldest to the Aviva for Ireland v Iceland having won tickets, had the carpets and couch cleaned, cooked, reheated or microwaved 18 dinners , and bought a new cooker as they were the last 18 dinners it was going to cook ! These events took place around my 5 day per week paid employment and, as a result, I now know why The Mad One noticed wrinkles under my eyes. Jaysus ! What the f*** has happened. I am sure the KOK's think I am avoiding them, my parents are looking at photos to remind them of how I look, GASP just waves at me and then we head our separate ways every evening and my make up regime is taking longer every morning....conceal, conceal and contour. GASP , to my disgust, due to his Lenten fast, is a stone and half lighter , looks younger than I do, but to his credit has been nearly as busy as I have ( what do you mean nearly, he has just asked ????) He chooses at this point to remind me that he has also stroked his bullocks daily and cleaned the yard and that he has been sorely deprived in other quarters....hilarious ! Tonight is the first night in 3 weeks, there is actually nothing scheduled for after work and I am praying that no text message advises us of a game early tomorrow morning. Tonight's the night ! No, no no, not for GASP to finally be rewarded , but for my tired old butt to hit the recently cleaned couch, cup of tea and slice of actual cake in hand ( I am now the only one allowed eat in the siting room) and immerse myself in the programmes I have recorded over the last 3 weeks on the SKY box. Lest you should think I am complaining, I am not ( I save that for GASP) . Yes, I am wrecked, sick of driving , overcaffeinated, under serviced and hormonally challenged but grateful. We might have to just take the foot off the pedal and recharge the batteries, but I am well aware that I am lucky. The past 3 weeks have seen numerous wonderful families just like us torn apart by tragedy. We all just need to remember to make time for ourselves in the midst of the madness and find the magic in the mess.
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