Not sure what was wrong with me this morning.  I totally got out of bed the wrong side.  Why was that?!  Whisked away for 4 luxurious, stress free days… woken up my little people snuggling in for cuddles and little kisses… only to be left alone for a bit of a lie in.

 

So why was I so grumpy?

I was grumpy before I even got out of bed.

I was grumpy before I even started to sort washing.

I was grumpy before I even realised I had 10 piles of washing to get through.

I was grumpy before I saw what chaos the boys rooms were in, clean clothes I left in their rooms, still in the piles on the ends of beds where I left them.

I was grumpy before James said he was going to go running, while I was still sorting colours, darks from lights…

I was grumpy before James said we had to go for lunch if he was to get his train for London at 1, and I hadn’t even had breakfast…

I was grumpy before I tried to get dressed and realised I seemed to have come home wearing a fat suit.

 

I am not sure when the grumpy left me.

Sometimes there’s nothing for it, but to just push on through it… keep sorting the jeans from the gym kit, delicates from the kids uniform..  get them loaded and washed.

Sometimes  there’s nothing for it, but to stomp around in your PJ’s barking instructions and getting order back …

 

Maybe it left me when I read my daily affirmations out loud – ‘I am happy’… one I have been reading daily since Mum died.

 

Maybe it left me when I kissed the Big Man goodbye at York station and realised it was only for one night, not 5.

 

Maybe it left me when the boys took me for lunch, ipadless, they talked and chatted and we giggled our way through pizzas, pastas and salads.

 

Maybe it left me when the boys were dicking about in Morrisons, making a boring job fun…

 

Maybe it left me when I sat with the boys while they ‘mohicanned’ their hair in the bath and splashed me with water..

 

Maybe it left me when all was quiet and I poured a cup of detox tea from my favourite tea pot and realised the grump had gone.