I haven't been back at work at week yet and I am sooooo frazzled. I thought I had it all sorted, I thought I had organised things so that my life would run smoothly for the next seven weeks. The best laid plans ...........
Firstly, I have injured my shoulder. I don't know how, but after two days of writing on the board I was in agony. I spent most of the weekend with my arm in a sling trying to get it better for Monday. No such luck.
I went to see the school nurse (so handy!) who said that my muscles were in spasm protecting an injury and the only way to release them was a course of physiotherapy and to see my GP as soon as possible. Of coure, working full time I could only get an appointment after work with my GP next week. I'm hoping it's healed by then. Who's got time to go for physiotherapy?
Secondly, socks. I've never had a problem with socks before, but daughter's school socks are another story altogether.
Last week, two days before she started school, I decided to check her very complicated uniform and equipment list to see if we had the correct stuff. I discovered that I had bought the wrong socks. I had bought white ankle socks which are only allowed in Summer Term with the school summer dress. In Autumn Term she needs knee high grey socks.
I made a mad dash to Tesco, but only found grey ankle socks or knee high white socks. I then scoured the supermarkets and clothes shops in the area, but no luck. I ended up 8 miles away in the school outfitters buying the last four pairs of knee high grey socks at the grossly inflated price of £10.
Then, at the weekend, I washed two pairs of socks and lovingly placed the precious items on the tidy dry.
"Why don't you tumble dry them?" husband asked.
"Because they are a wool/cotton mix and they will shrink, they are the only ones left in the whole of NW England and they cost a fortune" I replied.
Last night, while I was at choir rehearsal, husband decided to do some washing. (In true Mars/Venus style I am supposed to be grateful that he decided to contribute to the running of the house by doing one load of washing)
Yes, you've guessed it. Daughter has two pairs of socks that are no longer knee high. She is down to two pairs.
I resisted the urge to shout "YOU IDIOT! I TOLD YOU THEY COULDN'T BE TUMBLE DRIED. I STRUGGLED TO GET THEM AND THEY COST AN ARM AND A LEG. WHY DON'T YOU LISTEN????!!!"