Fetch Ethan from school. Get to the car. He realizes that he's left his school sports bag somewhere in the school. Runs off to find it. Can't find it. We now have no uniform for school tomorrow (we now only own 1 pair of school shorts as he has lost the others...). Have sad boy on my hands.
Drive to Pick 'n Pay to return the 100th school bag I have bought and Ethan hasn't liked. Bump into my dad. Have quick catch-up. Find something sticky and unhealthy to cheer sad son up (bad mom!). Draw too much money from my credit card to pay for soccer club. Cringe when slip comes out machine... crumple it up and throw it away without looking at the balance. Would rather not know right now.
Drop make-up off at my parents house (should have given it to my dad when I bumped into him. Duh!)
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| Yes. That's Ethan's spelling words in my laundry amongst the underwear. That's how I roll. |
Get home and start unpacking bags so Ethan can get straight to learning for his spellathon. Get load of washing going... whilst testing son.
Start dinner... whilst testing son. Eat dinner. Wax eyebrows and other hairy face bits (nice). Straighten hair (going to exercise tomorrow so kind of seems pointless but hey I'm a girl, it's what we do). Plop in front of TV. Cuddle son. Put son to bed. Crawl into bed. Read some Eat. Pray. Love. Pass out.
And that my dear friends is my incredibly glamorous life in a nutshell really...and given the choice... I don't think I'd change it...
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