Monday, 8 October 2007
Monday Moaning II
Well this Monday isn't getting off to a great start. I woke up at 4:30-ish thinking it was 6:30, took Jake outside for a wee, came in and thought about making breakfast and waking up the kids, then looked at the clock, then looked at another clock because I didn't believe the first one. Then I decided to go back to bed. But of course I didn't get back to sleep.
That's Moan No. 1. Here's Moan No.2: I have conjunctivitis. Again. So it's off to the chemist in a few minutes for the drops.
And here's a third moan. My No.1 frenemy (friend who's sometimes an enemy) told us Friday night that she's moving to the wilds of Cheshire. It's a half hour away, and while she thinks it won't change things, it will. For one thing, I'm not sure I want to travel half an hour to spend time with someone who treats me the way she does sometimes. This has obviously been in the works awhile and she only told us because another friend's husband spotted the for sale sign out in front of her house. So we're all a little pissed off at her for being so sneaky. But that's how she is and that's one reason she's a frenemy. Because she's never upfront about anything, you never know exactly where you stand with her.
Onto to Moan No. 4: I spent 12 hours yesterday in Wrexham cooped up in an overheated auditorium watching girls and boys compete in a dance competition. My daughter's group didn't win in any category, and I am so relieved because that would have meant going to Coventry. And I don't fancy going to Coventry to be cooped up in an overheated auditorium. Little did I suspect when I first sent my daughter to dance lessons when she was 2 that ten years later I would be spending my precious weekend time taxiing her to and from these competions, getting up early to do her makeup and hair, arguing with her about her costumes and everything else. I did manage to get away for about an hour when another mother and I sneaked out to find a pub. Over a glass of wine, we had a good laugh about what Plas Coch might mean in Welsh.
Now for Moan No. 5 (I must have been saving these up): I took Jake to the vet on Friday for his first immunisation. The vet said I must be mad to have taken on a non-pedigree border collie puppy from a Welsh farm. Why? He said because they are bred to be working dogs and need a lot of exercise and stimulation. Otherwise they get bored and tear up the house. He said by Christmas I'll be coming in complaining that he's eaten the Christmas tree and decorations. That got my dander up because first of all I know border collies need a lot of exercise and stimulation. We discussed that as a family (well, the kids and I did) and decided that we would between the three of us take him out three times a day. I think Jake will be like a child: the more time I put into him, the more rewarding he will be. And he won't be allowed in the room with the Christmas tree. I once had a Golden Retriever who got hungry in the night and ate all the Christmas decorations. So I know about puppies and Christmas. And if anyone wants to give me some advice on training him, please feel free to do so. Oh, and I can't post photos of Jake because my husband's camera has packed in, and my daughter needs to figure out how to upload photos from her phone.
(Big SIGH) I feel a lot better, and I'm off to Pilates to feel even better.