7-8.00 is the hour of rushing up and down around three floors attempting to get the girls out on time. It's the last Wednesday, we'll MAKE it a good one, starting with being on bloody time! Marie suddenly appears at 8 as we're leaving - I didn't even wake her up but apparently she has communion. At what point did this become a regular activity? The next hour is spent doing a typical school run, arriving bang on time. Turning into a bit of a WonderWoman here (but no lycra red leotard, sorry guys)!
9-10 is surprisingly an hour of contentment. Contentment? On a Wednesday? Who'd have thought! William's out, so no over the top lunch expected, so this morning is BLISS. Yes - Au-pairing, wednesday, school run, bliss. Then back in the car an hour later hanging around by school for kids who are consistently late. It's become a new past time - sitting in a Scenic made incubator. And it is 26 degrees outside! I am literally melting.
12-1.00 observes the house transform from calm to chaos, Juliette's guitar lesson commences which only encourages her to play the SAME SONG over and over and over and over and OVER again (seriously, this week, it's not the dog making me insane, not to girls, not even the parents, it's that horrible, SLOW, soppy, uninteresting, mind-numbingly boring song she won't stop playing on her guitar. Accompanied with the same, slow, pitiful, 'moan' singing. *Screams into pillow* It actually makes me want to whack on some screamo music - I can see why Margot likes it so much. Lunch is a success, helped by the fact I don't have the parents standing over me, demanding pork, chicken and frankfurter-mush (that was a couple of weeks ago), and helping but not helping, and wanting to eat outside, and then me laying the table outside... today, it was LEI-SURE-LY.
By 4.30 I'm exhausted. I'm officially worn out. Pass me the stretcher and I'll just die now. I have been an ANGEL and spent the afternoon entertaining Marie. And entertaining young kids is not easy, hardly ever fun for you, and physically and mentally DRAINING. We did skipping (ok, well I initiated that..) but then we went on to 'cats cradle' with the most enormous elastic ever, so it was full-body cat's cradle... And when I needed the loo she clung onto my arm and wouldn't let me leave... I should get compensation for a stretched bladder!! Sod's law though that neither parent was around to see HOW GOOD an au-pair I am. Her friend arrives the time we should be leaving for Juliette and Margot, I'm sick of constantly running up and down the entire house - I just want to SLEEP. When will this stop?? Three more hours. *Bangs head on keyboard*
Another hour down. I made it successfully on the mission-impossible trip from Tennis to Ice-Skating for the last time, crash-free, everything and everyone still intact including myself and my dignity, and on time. Everything ran fairly smoothly, despite Marie attempting to stab my with the blade of her ice-skates and soon I was back in the car, manoeuvring myself around a police car which had pulled over a Clio of Rastafarian's complete with beehive-bonets round their head. At least it wasn't me they were weapon-searching. *Swift escape* Back home I run to the freezer and pull out my Last Resort meal. I have transpired into cooking a frozen pasta meal. I'm so exhausted though I'm past caring. I JUST WANT SLEEP! The half an hour passes quickly and I'm back off like a crazed-chicken to do my LAST EVER ice-skating drive. This, I am truly thankful for, as the ride home with two 9-year-olds on cola and brioche is NEVER FUN. Ever.
Collect the girls, and on returning home for the umpteenth time today, discover that half the pasta I cooked has... vanished. Gone. Been eaten. The suspect weapon: a fork lying beside the pan. I serve dinner up only to find that William isn't having any AND he needs me to take him the the station. NO NO NO NO 'Yes, bien sur!' shall I roll out a red carpet and fan you as I'm driving as well? But it's now 8pm and my day is over. I feel absolutely run-down, exhausted, dead and like I've been hit by a dozen freight-trains, BUT I'VE MADE IT. And the relief is that I never ever have to go through an Au-pair's Wednesday again. They should come with health warnings.
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