I’m trying to be polite, and always reply to your much appreciated comments…but I”m getting a little behind in that. I try hard at most things and have the best of intentions, but usually fail dismally.

So forgive me. I read all the comments, truly, and if I am a little late in answering them, just call me an asshat, and check again another day.

Last night was a good example - I had planned some catching up.

My mission (and why the bloody hell did I choose to accept it?):
5:00pm leave work
5:10pm Get home from work and get changed
5:15pm Let dog in, put heater on, put washing on.
5.45pm Take boys to soccer training, go home, cook dinner, hang washing out, pick boys up from soccer training and eat dinner (somewhere in there, I was going to reply to comments, and cruise some blogs).

It all went well until 5:45pm. We’re heading to soccer training, so I locked the rear sliding door, leaving the pampered Labrador inside to defrost. Grabbed the car keys, shoved kids out the front door. Locked the front door and clambered into the heap of shit we have as a loan vehicle while our beloved wee Toyota Echo is being repaired after the accident. Then I realised. My house keys are….In. The. House.

Fuck

FUCK

FUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

There was also very little fuel in the car as the heap of shits fuel decided to plummet from 1/4 tank to Empty, and my mobile phone was almost out of battery.

TRIPLE FUCK!

Amended mission: Spend 2 hours and 10 minutes sitting in the dark in the cold heap of shit until kids are finished soccer training. Drive home, and hope the MOTH is home soon. He arrives just as we do, and prises my frozen fingers from the steering wheel.

We go inside and start toasted cheese sandwiches for dinner. One small thing is said - and I totally lose the plot, crying hysterically, and generally just losing it. Why? No idea really. Something to do with being totally fraught, wound tighter than a spring, upset, cold and miserable. A massive over reaction, nonetheless. I’m still pretty much the same today.

Obviously, the drugs haven’t kicked in yet. Do they always take this long?