So YESTERDAY. Wow. The ULTIMATE 'worst Wednesday'. 8.00, driving the girls to school. Come back home and spend half an hour searching for a parking space. 10.30, picking one girl up (I can't even remember which one!). Return home and spend just as long looking for gap to park the car. 11.20, picking up the next one from school. Driving round the block several times for a space to wedge the car in. Then THIS is where things got really rough. 1.30, drive Margot to her school detention. Petrol light comes on. 2.00, Juliette to Tennis. Round the block twenty times looking for a goddamn parking slot. 3.00 Pick up Margot from school and drive to Tennis, return and drive round the block looking for pavement space to mount the car on. 4.00 Marie and friend want to go ice skating early. I want a holiday in New York, a petite chien and a wardrobe of Louboutins. We don't all get what we want. Unfortunately, Marie does get what she wants. So Ice Skating, with a stop off for petrol on the way. Her friend asks me annoying, idiotic questions all the way there. Return home, drive round the block several times before parking in front of the neighbours front gate. 15 minutes later the doorbell rings and it's the neighbour kindly asking to move my car - just temporarily. I look at my clock and realise it's time to go anyway to collect Juliette and Margot from Tennis. Collect the girls from tennis at 5, return home, ram-rade the car into a smallest gap halfway down the road. 5.30-6, William asks me to do some errands. Who am I? The errand-boy? I do them anyway, which results in me walking to the key-copier place three times, as William didn't give me enough money the first time, and then after the second decided he needed two copies of the same key. 6.30, collect Marie and friend from Ice Skating. They both refuse to come because they want to wait for 'Pere Noel'. When is he coming? They don't know. I should have told them he didn't exist. Now that would have put a smile on my face! I sit in the car for an hour and a half, stressing, ranting, shouting at everything, and then half-sleeping. My head is actually throbbing and my eyes are being held in their sockets my my closed eyelids. I dream of floating away to a clean white space where there are no screaming kids. I love how William thinks it's ok for them to stay as long as they want to see Father Christmas - it's not as if I've had a shit day at all, whilst he's stayed at home the entire day and watched me run around like a headless chicken.
8.00 I walk back into the ice rink place, glad to see that everyone's gone and they've had to wait for me. Good. They bloody deserve it. We get home, drive round the block umpteen times before I give up and park it in the one space furthest away. I look forward to the added stress of running to the car already late for school in the morning. I collapse into bed and I'm out like a light.
This morning was not much better. It started at 8.30 with Juliette banging on my door telling me we were late. Very late. I sit up instantly, and the sudden realisation that an hour and a half ago, I'd switched my alarm off comes to me. Shit. We make it to school for 9. Saturday feels like a life time away. Obviously this Christmas is going to be SO good, that this week needs to be crap just to balance it out. Juliette finishes school at 3. I can't be bothered to argue, so after seeing another music recital at Malesherbes, I race back to collect her. This evening, as I'm cooking tea, Margot presents the dreaded Bread and Butter pudding to me. There is no way I can get out of this one. Unsurprisingly, I'm expected to make the whole thing, whilst she does something equally as school-related and important... such as... checking Facebook and updating her status. Like I said, very important. The recipe sucks, so I ad-lib, toast the bread instead of fry it, and don't add as much milk - I'm still scarred for life from those school dinner puddings where the bread is drowning in milk and glob. When I pull it out of the oven, it looks a masterpiece. Finally, something has gone right. Like Julie says in 'Julie and Julia' - ' I love that after a day when nothing is sure, and when I say "nothing" I mean nothing, you can come home and absolutely know that if you add egg yolks to chocolate and sugar and milk, it will get thick. It's such a comfort.'.
I'm still baffled however as to why it's called Bread and Butter pudding, as I didn't use butter at all...
Then, to absolutely top the evening off, and a sign that everything will be FINE, and there's only one more day to go, I got another offer from a University. And I'm so happy! And so suddenly my day has been WONDERFUL, and I'm really excited about tomorrow! :D
Also, if anyone's feeling happy and Christmassy, DEFINITELY check out Jason Mraz's version of 'Winter Wonderland'. Omg, I can't stop humming it! (Thank you, Sarah Smythe!)
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