Hi, no, before you ask, I still haven't finished that blooming essay.

Hi, no, before you ask, I still haven't finished that blooming essay. Last night I wrote one sentence and played about cutting and pasting paragraphs but it's all still pants. However, it's not all bad news in the Waif house. Tomorrow is mothers' day and I know it's not going to pass unnoticed. How do I know this? Because I have made plans...at the moment the breadmaker is making dough so I can bake some cinnamon rolls - all the kids will have to do is pop a couple in the microwave and bring them upstairs and voila, breakfast in bead in the morning (without the risk of burnt toast setting off the fire alarm). Also, the day after Hubby went back to Afghanistan I had one of those ebay moments - you know when you're feeling really low and you think that if you just click on the 'buy now' button you'll feel a whole lot better? Well I ended up buying a hoody, which I don't really need, and when it arrived I began to feel that all-too-familiar post-retail-therapy guilt, when I suddenly remembered that it was nearly mothers' day. Hurrah, kids very happy to give me a nice present, and as the hoody is now a gift, waiting upstairs in a silver gift bag for presentation alongside cinnamon rolls, so I no longer need to feel guilty about it. Furthermore, a package arrived in the post this morning with a note saying 'do not open until March 18th' on it, which is very exciting (I'm thinking maybe chocolates...must try to resist shaking the package and guessing).
Right, I might just have a little look at the scary essay again now, whilst a DVD is on and kids are gazing in silent wonderment at the cinematic genius that is Alvin and the Chipmunks (the squeakwell).
Bye x