I'm a survivor

Well I survived the weekend and I have come out the other end a calmer person.

All issues have been dealt with and my mind is slowly clearing;

Issue number 1; Kitten at vet for spaying - done.

Angel was a poor little soul, I collected her from the vets after work on Friday, she looked at me with big 'Puss from Shrek' sad eyes. I got her home the kids and my mother eagerly waiting and on strict instructions not to lift her. She has a large shaved patch on her left back side with a small neat cut and a single stitch. She got out the 'cage' and snarled and hissed at everyone who went within a few feet of her, she was jumping to her usual places and then not having the strength and falling off. I felt terrible, however, she settled down and is now more or less back to normal and I know it is for her benefit in the long run. Stitch to come out of Friday.

Issue number 2; kit daughter out for First Holy communion - done.

The plan was, as hubby was working, to leave my son with my mother and take my daughter by myself and get 'the outfit'. I decided after pay day was the best time to take her, obviously. My mum had said that she would have liked to come, but not being Roman Catholics ourselves, we are not that familiar with the whole rigmarole, for my son, we hired a kilt. End of. But I explained I wanted to get it now, before it got too busy and so that there was more choice. As it happens, hubby came home from work on Friday and announced 'I'm having a day off tomorrow!' 'Great, you can watch the 10 yo and I'll take my mother to get the 8 yo's outfit' I said. The whole experience was most enjoyable. As we approached the shop I commented on the dresses in the window, Mary, who was just entering the shop, back from her break, waited inside the shop and said 'Right Hen, come on in, an I'll serve ye' She took us downstairs, she was great, very organised. 'Right Granny, you sit there, mum you leave yer bag wi' Granny, so that ye don't need tae watch it. Don't worry Granny, I'll bring her oot wi' every dress and let ye see' Mary said. So we knew exactly where we were, Mary picked a few dresses and we tried them on and decided what we liked and what we didn't, narrowing down our choice, with each dress 8 yo paraded out from the back of the shop with a big grin or a not so big grin depending on the dress. But all the 8 yo could think about was shoes. We picked the dress and my daughter had now spotted the other girls were trying on veils and tiara's. I had already decided I would purchase her accessories either another day, like next pay day, or perhaps on eBay, where they may be considerable cheaper, however, I had thought she could try the things on and then I could look at what suited her and then I would know what I was looking for elsewhere. I said to Mary 'Can she try them on, but I might come back for them' 'course you can' she said, she really was so helpful. We tried on the first veil and it was perfect, her dress is plain but stunning and the veil was likewise. '£40 for a veil' I announced when confronted with the price tag, by this time mum had got cosy with another Granny and they were comparing families and grandchildren and both deciding with each other what child suited what. At that my mum said with a wink 'just get everything, while you're here and then we know it all goes' So we did, get everything - tiara, veil, little handbag, gloves, tights, shoes and of course the dress, I drew the line at a parasol, which my daughter desperately wanted. As we made our way to the til, my mum said 'I'll pay for everything' we then had the little 'no, you won't, not all of it,' 'yes I will' nonsense. Did I mention the underskirt, I think I forgot! Mum paid and said we would sort it out later, that was fine with me, we would sort it out later. A grand total of £254! Now I know it's not about being the best dressed and I know it's all about the religion, had I been on a tighter budget I may have picked a cheaper veil, had I known my mum was paying, well she might have got the parasol! But it's my only daughter, my mums only granddaughter and my MIL's youngest grandchild out of 19 grandchildren and my hubby works very hard, 5 nights and the weekend to provide for his family, so on this one occasion, she got to pick whatever she wanted (apart from the parasol) regardless of price because she is a very special little girl.

Issue number 3: visit old friend in new house - done.

My friend, who is not old in age, well she's 35 and 3 weeks older than me, does that count! We have been friends for a long time and she moved house back in October, I felt terrible that I hadn't been to see her in her new house. So finally on Sunday we did 'the visit' and I was even able to use my TomTom, the hubby got me for Christmas, to get there as I really didn't know where I was going, the rest of the time I have just pretended not to know. We had a rare old blether, drank tea and ate cakes. It was a lovely way to spend a Sunday afternoon. we won't leave it so long the next time.

I realised on Monday morning the stress of the last week as been cause by non other than the old pre-mental tension. Yes pre-mental. That is what my friend calls it, I think it explains my emotions better and I'm sticking with it. So this week I will remain mental and in a few days I'll be post-mental. On Sunday night, I tried to quickly brush round the living room and give it a quick dust, while the hubby and 10 yo watched the TV, I very quickly fell out with the brush and stormed from the room in disgust, after tripping over the 'spare TV' on the floor. On Monday I couldn't careless that the living room was thick with dust and started clearing cupboards and now that it's Tuesday, fuck it, I made pancakes with the kids, told them that was their dinner and started blogging! First time I have baked, ever, with my kids and I haven't shouted once, although the kids have fallen out with each other.

No wonder my husband doesn't understand me!

Who'd be a woman?

PS my spell checker is not working on this laptop, so please forgive any errors.