So last night we went out for dinner with my parents.
A old friend from bowling (yep – I used to do 10 pin bowling for a sport. Fun fact, I once came 4th in Australia) was driving through and crashing at my parents house so we went to the local pub where they have $7.50 meals.
$7.50 for 2 lamb cutlets, chips and salad. isn’t too bad.
My little sister is doing No Junk June so threw a bit of a hissy fit about not being able to eat the meal of the day because they deep fry it, even though Mum was paying because well, as the title suggests I have 14c in my bank account and Mum just pays for everything for her because she’s a 21 year old child, so she ended up getting wood fired pizza instead.
This morning, I’m dozing in bed, cuddling Lola, because what the fuck is a night where the 5 year old doesn’t get into my bed but hey, she’s warm and I am still sleeping with the fan on because weird pregnancy things, and I’m thinking about what we’re going to do today. Maybe go out and visit my Mum and Dad…
Dex comes in and says “Mum, did you forget it is a school day?”
It is 7:50am
You’re too freaking right I did.
Ensue melt down.
How dare I forget it is a school day.
And I have 14c in my bank account.
And no bread. Not one piece.
Because when I fuck up, I’m pretty good at it.
I’m running around in my jammies, telling the kids to get breakfast and get dressed and Dex is like, We’ll just go to the breakfast club for breakfast. Whatever, fine by me.
Make your lunch!
“We’ll just take some fruit and get a sandwich from the rainbow room and tell them we had no bread”. You know what, sometimes these things have to happen.
That’s fine. You do that too.
And then it was 8:15am. I have a car that’s been on empty for 2 days so I’m pretty nervous about driving it anywhere that isn’t past go – where instead of collecting $200 I put petrol in my car, as much as $200 would be nice, so I can’t even drive them to school. They HAVE to catch the bus.
We ran out of the house in a flurry of hats and bags and wallets, because lately I’ve been super good at reminding the kids to take both their hat AND their wallet (For their bus pass) and we rushed down to the bus stop.
That’s the story of the tired looking pregnant lady on the side of the road in Star Wars jammies and a Deadpool dressing gown.
Because if you can’t laugh about it, what can you do?
Other than have a cup of tea and go back to bed.