P.E Kit

Right not a problem, Friday has rolled around yet again so fast that I could believe it’s got a grudge.
PE at school and not a kit to be found in this pit we call our home.
Of course in the book of yummy this would be ironed bagged and smelling fresh as a daisy, but yet again this task seemed to be overlooked as I lunched yesterday and now daughter looks at me as though I am complete failure as standard mummy let alone yummy. It is 7:45 I recover kit from wash basket and have sinking feeling that with all attempts will not be smelling like daisy today. Resolve problem by finding clean clothing that resembles PE kit, make peace with daughter by promising fairy cake session after school and then move on to mirror.
Okay refection is not kind today and feel that only option is to cover with make up quick… 8:10 and feel on top of things when 11 month old chooses to vomit, husband surfaces with face like thunder as did night shift. Change son, we are out the door…
Manage to arrive at school in record stomping time, kiss daughter goodbye then on to croydon.
Today sadly my quest is not to entertain my son with books and educate but to hit shops in an attempt to find yummy outfit for a ( rare ) night out in croydon with girl Friends tonight.
Now I really do feel that when I comes to shops croydon has seriously got it, king’s road ? blue water ? No give me croydon any day the choice is vast in fact on this particular day too vast . I spin round the whit gift occasionally stopping to chat with various random others but to no joy.. Off to central.
Find dress and attempt to squeeze buggy into changing room. Get hot and give up. Dress to expensive anyway…walk to surrey street and get nails done instead , I must admit with all that I have let slip on my road to motherhood shallowly nails has not been one of them. Yeah that was me at mayday with my newborn and fresh nails, come on I am from croydon … but on the up side nails must give me points towards my pending yummy ness?
Head back home for the feeding of the son , on arrival at front door have argument with pushchair, brake a fresh nail, buggy wins battle - but war not over.
Have safe domesticated afternoon with son and collect daughter from school with ease. Have prepared cake materials before hand and feel quite smug with my organised yumminess.
Correction Forgot to get flour in croydon , yummy ness erased.
The man arrives home , I manage a whirlwind and children are in bed.
Minus a nail and some flour not a bad day , get ready and exit home to meet childless friends in tiger
Look okay.. Rusk in hair from son but don’t realise until too late and barmaid is pointing mouthing “yummy”.