I have been attending a toddler group in one place or another since Inmate 1 was 4 months old and we escaped from the grubby northern city to the green grass of the home counties, I just wasn't brave enough to walk into the derelict looking church hall complete with bars on the windows proclaiming the toddler group was on a Tuesday in faded paint in the less then desirable area we lived in (saw it on secret millionaire the other day), I saw a few Mums heading in from time to time so knew it was still running but I admit the slight snob in me was further put off by the fact the few I saw going in looked like they had yet to qualify to vote, pushed their babies in chav mobiles (I swear I saw one with what looked like gold alloy wheels once!), every other word to each other was a swear word and they seemed dressed for a night on the town complete with fake eyelashes and several inches of make up troweled on, okay I will revise my 'slight snob' statement to 'total snob' on reflection, I am sure they where perfectly nice people just living in a different world to me, quite possibly a different planet.
No toddler group meant no dropping off Inmate 1 at school and dashing home as quickly as possible in order to let myself have a half hour or so to get myself dressed and washed properly rather then the cobbled together outfits I have a habit of slinging on myself just before we dash out of the front door to get the school on time, in the winter as we are now you are 9 times out of 10 going to find my pyjama bottoms still under my jeans and my sleeping t-shirt under a jumper, this is something I can just about get away with when going simply to the school and back again but not something that I can carry off at toddler group, it can get warm in the hall and the 'you have slept in that t-shirt' smell would be carried by the ceiling fans. So today I popped over to the shop after drop off, hung around outside the shop with my best friend taking turns in hiding around the corner having a quick and crafty cig out of sight of Inmate 2 and her Inmate 2 (hereby known as Inmate 2a to avoid confusion). I then came home with Inmate 2 and enjoyed slobbing about the place, just me and him, we had a nice time truth be told, it has been one heck of a busy week and to get home, strip back down to just my pyjamas and play the madcap games that Inmate 2 can come up with is rather enjoyable, I am however still very much looking forward to incarcerating him in pre-school three mornings a week come January but I am realising I am going to enjoy him more on the one day we will have with no morning commitments.
The purgatory of the school Christmas craft fair is as I said last time tomorrow afternoon but a ray of light shone through the grey clouds this morning when the husband tells me he is going to take the inmates to visit his parents, hereby known as The Monsters In-law, as it has been close to a year since I refused to set foot in their home or speak to them ever again (more on them another time) this means I now have a whole morning to myself, I can sleep in (Husband being one of those perky morning types as are the monsters, they will leave very early), I can relax, go to the toilet or ye Gods have a bath on my own! The one thing I know I shall not be doing in the morning is any more then the most basic of housework, time alone is far to precious a thing to waste on cleaning, a quick living room tidy and bung on the school uniforms to wash and the rest is my time, I am going to need it to get through the dam craft fair!
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