It all started last night…I had gone to present a prize at an awards ceremony for the art competition I helped to judge last week. We arrived home from that around 8.30pm. My daughter then announced that she needed my help because her Easter project had to be taken into school the following morning. Easter project? What Easter project? It turned out that for the last week she was supposed to have been working on an Easter themed craft project. You tell me this at 8.30pm the night before?! I ask if something edible is acceptable and am told yes. We have a bag of chocolate mini eggs, so based on the available ingredients in the cupboard, we decide to make a tray of fudge – in the morning we will cut it into squares, press a mini egg into each square, put them in a pretty little basket with tissue paper and ribbons. Sorted. So we make the fudge and leave the tray to set overnight…
In the morning we awake and yes, you’ve guessed it, the fudge hasn’t set. No idea what we did wrong, but it is still almost pourable. What now? Think, think, think. Ah ha! I remember that in the freezer we have some plain vanilla cupcakes that we made a couple of weeks ago, I whip them out of the freezer and tell my daughter to use the unset fudge as frosting for the cupcakes and then put mini eggs on top, then place them in the pretty basket with tissue paper and ribbons. Sorted.
My son then wakes up and asks for breakfast. At this point I remember that I was supposed to stop at the shop on the way home from the awards last night to buy milk and bread because we have not a drop or crumb of either in the house. This rather limits the breakfast choices. Scrambled eggs and fruit it is then. My son asks for a glass of milk with his eggs to which I snap unnecessarily harshly “If we didn’t have milk for cereal then we don’t have it to put in a glass do we!”. Oops, there was no need for that. I have to take a few minutes to apologise and sit with him.
Right, time to make packed lunches. Oh yes, no bread. And I have no cash in the house to give them to buy a school lunch instead. Hmmm, what to make? I end up making them both a tomato and mozzarella salad, some cut up melon, and some left over homemade flapjack. I momentarily worry that it might not be enough to fill them up, but conclude that they won’t starve, and at least it’s pretty healthy stuff.
This is the moment when I remember that I was supposed to put in a laundry load last night because my son has no clean school trousers. I empty out the laundry bin, find the least dirty pair and sponge off a couple of mud splatters. That’ll do.
I had actually planned on spending a bit longer than normal getting ready myself this morning because instead of going to the office, I was having a filming day. Remember the welder’s outfit from last week? It was another day on that project; we’re making an educational DVD about different types of courses that can be done at college, and I’m the intrepid reporter who goes around trying different things out with the students. As everything this morning is taking longer than expected, I mentally start abandoning the plans I had for myself:
– No time to wash hair, will have to run the straighteners through it and hope for the best.
– No time to remove chipped nail polish and do it all from scratch, will have to just slap an extra coat on top and hope that there are no closeups of my hands.
– No time to do make-up, will have to take it with me and do it there.
– No time to print off amended shooting schedule and script for today that was emailed through last night, will have to hope that someone else has a spare copy.
Miraculously, we somehow manage to get ourselves together, and fly out of the door with a surprisingly attractive looking Easter project at 8.15am, just 5 minutes later than the ideal leaving time. The kids are dropped off at school on time, in clean(ish) uniforms, and with almost enough lunch. And I arrive for the film shoot on time. Phew.
Yep, just another normal morning around here.