Dropping balls

Firstly, thank you for all the comments on the previous post, you do make me smile! And as for those fabulous silver shoes I never said I could walk in them, they're just pretty to look at.

They have had one trip out since I bought them,

to see Priscilla Queen of the Desert - it seemed appropriate!

However I took them with me in my handbag and slipped them on in the foyer of the theatre, then took them off as we left! (Yes it was a big handbag!)

Anyway I seem to have been juggling a lot of balls just lately, more so than usual it seems. As I've increased my hours at work I seem to be needed at home more and there just aren't enough hours in the day. Usually the summer school term, from Easter onwards is the hectic one and probably still will be but right now my head is spinning so much I am having trouble telling my a**e from my elbow!

(Having said that a**e is somewhat bigger, and more wobbly!)

There are umpteen things still to get ready for our respective trips, number 1 son is focussing on the more important things in life, like booking a "lads holiday" for when he leaves college. Minor annoyances like preparing for the college trip to the USA and finding some spending money will presumably sort themselves out. All talk of a "lads holiday" is terrifying me, yes I've seen the TV programmes and it seems likely they'll be off to Kavos, five 18 year olds!

Oh dear, best not to think about it really!

I need to finish sorting our things for the cricket tour to Sri Lanka, I had a day free today to get shopping etc but there is a potential gas leak at the primary school so the shopping trip (aka coffee with a friend) is cancelled and a movie afternoon is on the cards.

Number 2 son's school have organised the tour and the teacher in charge has clearly not done it before! They had hoped to raise some sponsorship to help fund the trip but it's all been a bit last minute. Emails are coming through thick and fast, even at this late stage, we go next week. We had one last week giving details of a triathlon they would be required to get sponsors for and then take part in, on a Saturday, 45 miles away!! Several emails came after it and I lost the will to live, I managed to talk a neighbour into a £2 sponsor and thought we'd make up the rest with our usual assortment of fictional characters and dead relatives! Am I the only one that, after 15 years of primary school and 3 children, sticks £10 in an envelope and fills in the sponsor form with names like Minnie Mouse (she's always good for a couple of quid) and other random names? Have I mentioned I've had my fill of primary school?

Anyway the triathlon was for next Saturday, only 4 days before the tour leaves for Heathrow but as I said they're very last minute. Now in my defence I did have 1 million and 1 things to try to remember, The Builder will phone me at any time during the day, whether I'm at work or not, to ask something vague like "did we buy any plasterboard from Jewsons last month?" Now how would I know the answer to that.....?

Number 1 son is supposed to be getting organised for
a) a trip to the USA, money, clothes, toiletries, etc
b) another round of Uni visits
c) revising for mocks and A2 exams
d) completing an online section of a cricket coaching course
But actually he's checking the weather for Kavos in June!

Little Miss is planning her holiday wardrobe and has a round of school parents evenings and open assemblies (I forgot to turn up at the last one as a very smug parent informed me!)

The builder wants me to sort the entire trip with no input from himself,

and also get the rattle on the car fixed in my spare time.

Number 2 son also has parents evening and umpteen other meetings and forms to be completed

 in preparation for the trip.

The Builder took a day off yesterday to attend a University open day with number 1 son, and in the process left me with a builders truck to drive all day; a filthy truck at that! As I'm not a confident driver, not of trucks at any rate I decided that rather than negotiate our narrow drive backwards I'd swing it round on the back lawn, no one would know. Sadly the fact that I wheel spun round the lawn has made it slightly more noticeable! I also couldn't find reverse so managed to edge my way into a flower bed, Little Miss found it all very exciting when I got out of the truck, took the brake off,

and tried to push it backwards!

Anyway the lawn looks like a ploughed field and my plan to keep the curtains closed failed when the builder saw the mess this morning! It is bad, look.

Picture quality is very poor as it was through the glass, but bear in mind the farmers field behind our house is in much better shape, the ruts are deeper in the garden!

So I've been juggling all these balls, not very well, but in the air they stayed. However on Sunday evening I checked my emails to find yet more from school about the Sri Lanka trip, yes they send them all weekend too. This one was to thank all the competitors in the triathlon and the give the results of each discipline - apparently it was last Saturday not next!!

So down all the balls came, I'm not going to make a career out of juggling. Although running away to the circus to become a clown might be more up my street, I have all the right clothes after all! (See previous post!)

I'll finish with a picture of a lovely sunset taken from the bedroom window, I don't know why!

Just because it's nice!