I lost my blogging Mojo for a week and I think I lost a lot more Mojo's besides.
That flipping exam knocked it out of me! Mind you, studying for six weeks was far too long...
It took me half an hour to start writing my answers as the paper really confused me - it was all topsy-turvy! Bastard thing!
Then I ran out of time and had to waffle the last question. There was some 'bint' sitting diagonally to me, who caused a commotion in the last 15 mins and the adjudicators told her to shut up or they would throw her out. I could have slapped her.
Still, I completed every question and that was what was required.
I just wanted to say a big thank-you to everyone who commented on previous posts and wishing me luck - you are all so kind in blogland - it really is a lovely place to live!
After the exam was over I then had to rush over to Olly's new school and have a meeting there. The meeting was for children on the spectrum, with their parents, to show them around the school and where the 'safe zones' are if anyone freaks out and also so they get to know the layout.
At the end, we all had to sit in a very warm room and I actually nodded off, I was so tired. Hubby kept elbowing me. I snapped, 'They're lucky I'm here!'
We also had a house full of teenagers, which, because it was there first day, had to be driven everywhere because they didn't know where they were going. I was in and out the house like a flipping yo-yo!
It was like a never ending day. By 11 O' clock I was absolutely shagged and really grumpy. I threw a complete strop and went to bed.
Swiss has gone back home and we now have 3 teenage dirtbags.
They are sweet enough, they just live like pigs and believe me, I'm not exactly a cleaning freak. The room was humming after one day!
On a different note, I seriously felt that I had lost my memory/couldn't be bothered/too knackered to care as on Sunday it was Father's Day, and our 12th Wedding Anniversary and here are the things I did not do.
a) I did not get my Father a card or present
b) I did not get my Hubby a card or present
c) I did not get my Hubby an Anniversary card or present
I hang my head in shame.
I rang Father and thought, I will ask him if he got my card and when he says no, I will blame it on the post being late. In the meantime I'll put one in the post and he'll just get it a bit late..... Sorted!
Me: Happy Father's Day Dad! Did you get my card?
Father: Yes, I got it.
Father: Yes, I got it and I put your names on it.
Me (playing along with it): What do you mean you put our names on it? Are they not already on it?
Father (getting confused): No, I got your card and Jaye's too and it had your names in there.
Well, he didn't get one from me because I didn't send one. That will teach me to play mind games with someone who is not the 'full ticket'.
I was wracked with guilt so I got on the Internet and ordered him a load of books on Egypt, gift-wrapped them and send them via Express delivery. He should receive them today.
I placated Hubby with Tiffin - so he was happy!
Mother had come down to stay Saturday night in order to babysit, whilst Hubby and I went out for a meal. We waited an hour for our starters.
I was furious. The last time we went out was SIX months ago. You would think that if you go out twice a year, odds on you would get served. No. Not in this life!
Mum slept in Swiss' old room, Amber was in with us, the teenagers had Amber's room and Olly had his.
On Sunday morning I was trying to get a lie in, but Amber was fiddling about in my bedroom doing something noisy so I told her to get out.
Hubby was all dressed up in his leathers, ready to go out on his bike, and kept tip-toeing in and out the bedroom. However, every time he took a step, his leathers squeaked.
Squeak.... squeak..... squeak......
I told him to bugger off out.
Whilst I was still lying there I had an overwhelming feeling that someone was staring at me. I flicked open my eyes to find my Mother staring at me while I slept!
Me (barking at her): 'What are you doing?'
Mother (sheepishly): I was wondering where you were.
Me: Well, If I'm not slaving away in the kitchen, I'm in bed aren't I? It's like Piccadilly Circus in here this morning.
Me (a bit disturbed): You shouldn't watch people when they sleep, its very creepy.
Why does she do that? It's just not right.
No wonder I've lost my Mojo on all counts; I blame my very strange parents.