What. A. Day.

My goodness, I know Wednesdays take it out of me normally, but this one was something else!

Off to walk the dog, no issues there really. Avoided the glass very carefully after Tonks' paw bleeding yesterday.
Off to school, major rush as we seem to be later than usual without Liam doing his work thing. It's funny, because it also seems as though I'm seeing less of him this week. In the mornings he tends to hang around in the quiet of the front room now, where normally he's in the kitchen with us. He doesn't phone me in the day times so much as he does when at work, and of course he's not walking that little way of the way to school with us now.
Anyway, it's raining. It's been raining all day without stopping. It's got lighter and then heavier again, then lighter, but not stopped.
We get to school late (rain makes us late anyway!) and Frazer informs me that one of his feet is wet. Great. One of his wellies is knackered.
Off to Surrey Quays and Breastfeeding cafe. We end up late for the cafe, but only one mum shows anyway because of the rain I suppose. We have yummy biscuits, chocolate (bang goes the diet, forget about the fruit!) and tea.
Time for school again. Before it's time to go in I get a call from Clarissa, the HV in charge of my BFPC training. I need 5 documents proving my ID, none of which older than 3 months! Bloody hell that's gonna be tough - I oughta just cave and get a bloody passport.
Rowan goes in happily, although he seems really tired on the way there.
I decided to go home as I usually do on a Wednesday, even though Liam is there to keep an eye on Tonks. I get a lift part of the way, but still end up very wet and worn out by the time I'm home.
I needed to re-write my letter for the housing association meeting tonight. I printed it all off before I proof-read (duh!) and found 24 changes I wanted to make! Re-printed, leaving very little time to get back to school.
Another rush, a much wetter one this time. Bundle Frazer off to percussion (they did lots of free music today, end of term stuff I guess) and left poor Liam sitting in his own rain puddle (he didn't have a coat) while I chatted with mums and a TA.
Frazer out of percussion and now it's time for Parents Evening time to begin. We have no babysitter so I left the children in a little room to wait and play while we talk to their teachers...

Scarlett - Fine, no problems at all. A genuine pleasure to work with, doing great at reading, writing and numeracy. Has grown in confidence, speaks up, makes friends, creative, hard working and has fantastic general knowledge.
Frazer - Doing OK. He's not behind in anything, but I get the impression he's not excelling at all either. He's managing to make a few friends now and seems happy at school. His teacher is pleased that his confidence is growing and is going to have a meeting with his next year teacher about how he doesn't respond well to pressure etc. He really needs to work on his writing though - he just doesn't like it! She suggested keeping it fun - asking him to write lists about things important to him, factual stuff, things he's done or would like to do - there was more, wish I could remember! Will have to ask again.
Rowan - Obviously not a meeting about his educational level, but he's happy at school and has recently became even more happy in appearance. He chats with teachers, plays alongside other children and is able to vocalise very well when he doesn't want to play with someone.

The problem came about when another parent made us very late by taking up our appointment time! We left the school stressed and late, it was pouring with rain and so we decided to get a bus home. Why do I do it?
The station was packed and Liam panicked, needing to be back for Kung Fu, so he jogged home. we waited about 20 minutes and the bus was packed when we got on. I had some weird arse of a woman moaning about 'THAT BOY IN THE WELLIES IS REALLY ANNOYING ME' in not-undertones to the bloke she was with, even though Rowan wasn't doing anything. Maybe she was jealous because she was stupidly in flip-flops (snigger).
After aaaaages there were a few seats spread over the back end of the bus so we all sat. The bus took about 40 minutes to get from the station to what should be a 5 minute walk down the road. I was desperate to get off, but it was still pouring down and I felt sorry for the children. Eventually Scarlett and Rowan fell asleep and Frazer started feeling sick, then the bus turned a corner in to a *really* clear road..... and stopped. 'Last stop!' the driver shouted, much to my dismay! I admit I began to argue - how could this be the last stop!? It's supposed to go to the garage! My children are asleep on here! I paid for this bloody journey and it's pouring down outside!
He was offering tickets for the bus behind but not refunds and insisted he had been told not to carry on with passengers. Fecking git.
So I woke my sleeping babies up and coaxed them off the bus, in to the pouring rain. As it had taken us so long to get nowhere at all, no way was I going to make us wait while it's pissing down, for another bus to make it through that traffic. So we walked home, as fast as we could, as I suspected the housing association meeting began at 6!
I dashed the children in, told them to get pyjamas on, made them jam sandwiches and grabbed some bananas and books to keep them quiet. Bless my little angels, they were so good at this meeting.
I was an hour late but no one minded, in fact they were all pleased that I had come at all. Rowan fell asleep and I had to carry him home. I think I managed to cover most of my points while at the meeting and handed over my letter to the appropriate person (might try to C&P the letter here tomorrow). We got home and ate a late dinner then read a story with a hot chocolate before scooting off to bed.
My poor babies must be so tired, I know I am!

I was so furious at that bus driver - I was swearing away like a good'un. Gah! you would not believe! And then when we were a little way down the path, the bus we were on shot past, on the now perfectly clear road!

Oh well, now I need to go. I need to sort out 3 extra special packed lunches, as Frazer and Scarlett are on school trips tomorrow (Scarlett at the transport museum and Frazer at Leysdown, hope the weather improves!), plus my 5 impossible proofs of ID, plus all teh usual stuff - and i need to be extra organised with Liam leaving the house super early for this job interview that he's really anxious about.
He's doing really great though. Normally he's super stress-head and upsets everyone, but this time he has been quietly nervous, bringing it up in conversation with me from time to time. I hope I'm being supportive enough, I don't feel it.

Wish him luck for tomorrow, please.

ElaineXX