Unglamorous.

It really is very unglamorous being me. Today, I thought it was going to be different as I had a long overdue hairdressers appointment. At 7.50am it was cancelled. This was just after I came inside from chasing our very elderly beagles around the garden in my dressing gown and ugg boots with a cake tin (one which I never use, I'd better add) in the quest for samples of their urine. Without going into too much detail, the poor old darlings are incontinent and I'm afraid that my marriage is at risk due to arguing over who's turn it is to clean up dog pee. At a party on Friday night, even though I was wearing a dress with sparkles, I found myself having a conversation about this very problem....which can apparently be easily fixed with a tablet. I am going to get those tablets....even if I have to subject myself to such undignified behaviour first thing in the morning.

And then my baby has hand, foot and mouth disease. It sounds like a fatal diagnosis yet according to my GP it is quite common and not very serious yet it is infectious enough that she needed to wag her one day of the week at creche. I must say that to me it looks serious....some of the sores are as I imagine the first stages of leprosy must look. Luckily I'm not a doctor. She seems quite happy though:

This afternoon, after I engaged in the glorified chauffeuring that is picking my children up from school, the car just happened to drive itself out to Gowans Auctions. Look at some of the bits and pieces on offer tomorrow:

I'm contemplating indulging in some absentee bidding, as we'll be at the vet with the beagles, hopefully one step closer to the tablets.

R

Rush.

Things were a tad stressy in our household this morning. We were all late to bed last night the result being nobody wanted to get up today - including me. Then there was the usual hurly burly of morning teas, lunches, breakfast service, hair, teeth, school notices, bags packed etc etc etc all to be taken care of. Once those going to school/work had finally evacuated it was time to clean up, get the washing on, dress the baby, change her nappy, get myself dressed and try to get to 9.30am yoga class.

We were pushing the envelope timewise anyway and then the leg of Toby's lion fell off. He was distraught - tears rolled down his face. How could I not sew it back on?  So I brushed my teeth but not my hair.

Just as we were walking out the door I noticed out of the corner of my eye that I could only see one beagle when there are meant to be two. A frantic search of the far flung reaches of the garden and a trip back upstairs to see if he had managed to slope up to our bed proved that my worst fears were confirmed - Dougal was missing. Panic. And the sad  realisation that I was going to miss yoga. Almost tears. I committed myself to scouring the neighbourhood for our deaf, addled, almost fourteen year old beagle and started running down the driveway when miracle of miracles Dougal came barrelling around the corner. Hurrah. Two beagles in their baskets and I made it to yoga just in the nick of time.

R