Saturday, November 21, 2009
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
... she could have been financing her studies more interestingly, by emulating Belle de Jour!
Suddenly Pseudo Supermum feels strangely old-fashioned, conventional, positively boring. What a dull and routine life she's led.
Pseudo Supermum's mother didn't know she was doing a doctorate at all.
However, the news that her daughter is now a doctor, will have come as less of a shock than the news that La Maman de la Belle de Jour is to receive this week! Read the Times Online article here.
Daughters do have this way of surprising their mothers, don't they?
Saturday, November 14, 2009
Meanwhile, his big brother is off to a choir practice, little brother to a birthday party, and SuperSpouse on his way back from the party-run, leaving me awaiting Mr Tesco. Oh, the exCITEment of my life!
And it's only 3.15 pm. I've washed, folded, ironed laundry, baked cake, made pizza (well, the bread-machine helped ...), and polished the dining-room. Now to mend that broken necklace of mine. Something for me at last!
Tuesday, November 03, 2009
Figure this one:
- SuperSpouse cannot go near him for fear he catches it. (72, heart condition, 2 recent major operations ...)
- Saxophone Kid wants to avoid getting it
- Cello Kid will come home terrified of catching it
- Pseudo-Supermum is a healthy adult so must therefore run around like a headless chicken ensuring no-one else gets sick.
- Everyone needs Pseudo-Supermum, and if she gets sick, there's nowhere she can be quarantined apart from the carpeted but cluttered and incredibly dusty attic. An inviting prospect.
Sadly, I can't attend my uncle's funeral - I can't leave Glasgow if I have a sick boy whose father is not allowed near him!
This evening I phoned directory enquiries twice, NHS24 twice, Mum twice, Aunt once, National Rail Enquiries, Scotrail Enquiries, went to Asda for Nurofen and more soft drinks, put two loads of washing through, emptied the dishwasher, and had two attempts at creating slides for next week's PowerPoint. "Honestly, I don't know what's wrong with you. You're being ridiculous. What are you getting so uptight about?"
Quite so. What on earth could be upsetting me?! I'm just being a silly woman.