Story number 1
I had today all planned out.
I was going to drop the girls at school at 8.20 and head over to Chesterfield. Nip to B&M Bargains for some bits, then onto Lidl for my main shop and Morrisons for the bits I can't get at Lidl.
Then home (by my estimate it would have been around 11am), walk the dog up over the moors to a friends house, bite to eat and back again. Run myself a bath and have a quick hoover round whilst bath is running and then nice long soak with my book before fetching the girls from my mums at 7.30pm and home for a glass of wine and feet up watching tv.
Story number 2
This is how my day has been so far -
Up to send S off to catch the bus as I was had to take L to ....... wait for it......wait for it........ the local minor injuries unit for an x-ray!!!! Saw the nurse, sat waiting for the xray, sat waiting to see the nurse again to be told that her little finger probably is broken and as she is under 16 then she has to go to the fracture clinic at Chesterfield (you know, the one she was discharged from less than a month ago). Waited for them to make an appointment. Dropped L off at school at 11.30. Eventually got to B&M Bargain, Lidl and Morrisons and arrived home 20 minutes ago. To a pile of dog vomit. Sigh.
I am now having my lunch (left overs from last nights Shepherds pie rather than the lovely lunch my friend was making) before I walk the dog over the moors, to come home to unpack the shopping and do the hoovering and have a quick bath before fetching the girls from my mums slightly earlier as L has nits so I have to treat her, comb her half way down her back hair through and wash it all off again before I can even think about sitting down for the evening.
And tomorrow my plans are completely out of the window as I have to have her at the fracture clinic for 9.30am.
And breathe!