From bad to worse - a Rant

Last night I received some unnerving news online, and ended up staying up until about 1am wracking my brains with online friends trying to think of a solution. I allowed myself an extra hour in bed as a result and set the alarm for 7am to walk Tonks.

things were going ok, Tonks had a fab time, the world was beautifully clear and frosty, met a couple of nice dog walkers and then we went home. Oh, I should mention that another dog broke the rope/string bit to Tonks' ball that we always take out - no problem, I can get a new one.

Then home and my heart begins to sink. I'm dreading kung fu today. I hate going there - the only people i know are my children, and they keep running off and ignoring me. Liam is the centre of attention being the teacher, and he's more at home there than he is at home! Everyone is good at kung fu except me - I'm unfit, uncoordinated and almost untrainable. I thought today might be better where the kiddy class is now separate from the main bit, so I'd only be running around with other children like a couple of other parents.
Well it would have been nice if Rowan kept his enthusiasm. He and Scarlett looked beautiful in their genuine satin chinese outfits, and Frazer had his kung fu t-shirt on. i knew I should have got a couple of photos before we started, as it was never going to be nice after.

Rowan cried his way, loudly, through most of the class. When he did want to take part he had to do it his way, and exactly when he wanted - even if this meant pushing in front of another child. He expected sweeties when we had finished, and as much as I hate to use food as a reward or punishment, I refused him - he had done nothing to deserve anything nice.
Frazer and Scarlett started off well, but soon deteriorated in to moans of 'I'm too tired' or 'That tickles too much' Or 'I'm too hot, too thirsty...' Which was especially annoying in the children's self defence bit, where they had the chance to learn some very clever and very easy techniques on how to escape a child snatcher.

We left at the end of the class, with me thoroughly deflated and Scarlett crying as she wanted to stay behind for the adult bit as usual. The bus wait was long and annoying but the bus was even worse. Every seat was taken, and despite me having three young and obviously tired children, do you think anyone would offer a place?
I was furious, but all internal - apart from grinding my teeth and biting my tongue! - If I had any energy left I'd have been raising my voice to calls of 'you should all be ASHAMED!' One quick look around tells you that 90% of these people have just left church - all in their sunday best and half of them holding Bibles. 'What would Jesus say?!' I wanted to ask - 'shouldn't you be loving your fellow man?!' Grrr I was so mad.
I have a tired 6 year old, a crying 5 year old and a 3 year old who is so tiny he looks like he' 2. Each of them at some point fell over while trying to clutch on to a post or bar. Frazer fell flat on his face and didn't even get an offer of help to get him up again. Scarlett went flying and I was only just able to grab her back again, as i had to keep my balance while hanging on to Rowan. She was holding her earmuffs, so I tried, one handed, to get them back on her head (giving her two hands to hold on with) but they pinged in her eye in the process, ensuing more screams and wails from an already miserable child.

Eventually Someone got off and so I grabbed the vacated seat and put a child on each knee as any responsible parent would. Did I mention that the fold down seats were obstructed by pushchairs and that at least 3 seats were taken up by children sitting next to their parents?
Scarlett and Rowan both fell asleep on my lap pretty quick, and Frazer only got to sit down when another person got off and that was a difficulty, as it meant I had to stand up to let her off, while holding on to two sleeping children on a moving and packed bus!

I hope Karma bites these rotten, selfish people on the arses with rusty, barbed teeth.


So then we get off at Asda, me with the idea of cheering us all up by buying Tonks a new jingly bll on a rope. Something happy is needed as I know that Scarlett and Rowan will not react well to being woken as we get off. I lost Rowan's new shoe as we got off, but thankfully Frazer saw it and had the sense to grab it.
In to Asda and eventually we find the ball we are after - but where is that £5 I'm sure I had? The children are being lovely now but I have no money. We go outside to check and I have -£2.44. With an account that has no overdraft - how has this happened? It's supposed to refuse my transactions, not do this!
So no ball either. And I lost my new watch at kung fu.