Well people, it has been a day of peaks and troughs. My first triumph was at the supermarket when I questioned the price of an item at the checkout, was proven correct and given the item for free ... oh the dizzy excitement ... I had beaten the system!
Unfortunately my day wasn't to continue on that note. Unbeknown to me, Liam threw his "blanky" out of the pram when I wasn't looking. Of course he was unable to snooze without his ooshey and when I finally got home I had a very tired and cranky baby on my hands. Luckily I had back-up supplies and he was asleep within seconds after snatching the replacement ooshy out of my hands.
Then, being the domestic goddess that I am, I decided to make some chicken stock. I lovingly chopped carrots and celery and felt the warm glow of domestic bliss as the stock bubbled away on the stove, sending its tantalising aroma throughout the house. Humming a tune with my apron tucked neatly into my shorts, it was time to discard the vegetables and chicken bones, so I poured them into a sieve .... and watched the precious stock drain down the plughole. DURRRRR!!!!!! I could have kicked myself. What was I thinking?
So tonight I will admit defeat - I never was and never will be a domestic goddess. We will eat Thai takeaway and drink alcohol and ponder over the week that was.
Bye!