It's My Party!

I have the whole weekend to myself which means gaining control of the stereo and blasting out Bob Marley loud enough to upset the neighbours. So far today I have rebelled and refused to do any form of housework. My toenails have been painted bright purple and as i skip around the house ignoring the mess I feel great knowing I can have a lie in long enough to sleep off the hangover I will probably have come morning.
Having time to myself is great and I'm hoping the face pack I have on will make me look eighteen again though I doubt it.
A couple of friends are coming over later so it's a girls night in which usually means a major bitch fest about the men in our lives accompanied by one or two bottles of plonk, so things could get quite heated after all when it comes to men and their faults we've plenty of material. Tee Hee!!

It's all my fault!?

Being a typical teenager my son Alex doesn't listen to a damn word I say. On Monday evening around ten I had been begging him to go to bed and hearing the usual dismissive remark "In a minute", I was beginning to boil up with frustration. He decided he wanted a last drink before bedding down and as he came or rather ran down the stairs he tripped and fell onto his elbow.
By this time I'm past caring and rather frazzled it had been a long hectic day and i wanted duvet land and nice dreams.
The air turned blue as he cried out in pain blaming everyone including the jumper i had left on the stairs and the dog who had been nowhere near the scene at the time.
Of course the world stopped and i tried various forms of comfort and reassurance all to no avail. His elbow looked slightly swollen and a bruise was forming so i called my friend who lived over the road just for a second opinion. We both agreed it wasn't broken just badly bruised.

The next morning having grumbled about it throughout the night i took him to the doctor's who then referred me to the local hospital. Alex was now insistent that it was broken and he was determined to get a plaster cast no matter what.
Two hours of waiting we have x rays done and wait for results. Another doctor has a look and decides on another xray. Four hours of sitting in hospital with verbal earache from Alex about his pain and need for plaster cast the result comes through. It's just bruised. I knew that of course but worse was to come. The doctor breaks the news that no plaster cast is needed just a simple sling for support would suffice.
So having missed school and work we leave hospital and head home. Our mood is not good Alex is blaming me for his predicament and not the fact he ran down the stairs instigating this whole dramatic situation. I sit there and realise i havent eaten a thing all day and the dog has shat on the carpet.
Later after a chinese takeaway Alex is in bed early on my insistance, he's already bored of the sling and realises that having a sore elbow means no going out on his bike. I leave him with his thoughts and take comfort in a bottle of wine. I'm just about to sit down when the phone rings it's some idiot trying to sell insurance. Telling him to go forth and multiply i gratefully sip my wine only then i realise i've stepped into the dog poo.
Time for bed me thinks........

Introducing the Queen of Multi Tasking!!!

Hi and welcome to the crazy world of me. Apart from being a mum to Alex I am also a kitchen slave, expert agony aunt, cleaner taxi driver general dogsbody and budding writer. Nothings been published YET but doesn't stop me trying!! Among my many hobbies that include reading cinema and crocodile catching (piece of piss) I also take great pleasure in watching paint dry. I'm also a dab hand at picking up dog crap thanks to Ollie my ankle biting pooch.

As you can guess my intention for this blog is to be totally crazy looking on the humorous side of life. Too many miserable gits out there. So bring on the comedy we could all do with a laugh. I'll post updates frequently ....

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Hayley

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