Some people have all the luck...

Anyone who knows me well these days will know that my weekends are rapidly disappearing on a regular basis!

It starts on a Friday afternoon, its a mad rush to get home from school, have dinner and get ready for football training at 5.15pm then home again at about 7 to half past ish and then homework and bath/bed... all things which any Mum will tell you is fraught with tantrums and tears and a whole host of other emotions... and that's just from Mum!!! LOL

Saturdays are Nana day, (my Mum) she calls to see the kids, fills them with sweets (Grandma's perogative) and then buggers off as they start bouncing high...biznatch.
Some Saturday afternoons are spent with Aunties and cousins, but generally we have visitors or we visit someone else...its nice to catch up.

Sundays are footy match day. Jake plays for the local team (Bradford Tigers), under 7's? could be 8's...lol. They play in muddy school fields in the surrounding area in the cold, wet, rain, snow, you name it... they play and there we all are... the Mum's and the kid brothers/sisters all bundled up and braving the cold for an hour and a half. buying our raffle tickets for a cheap bottle of paint stripper (also known as 'wine') to make a few quid for the club.

Sometimes, on particularly cold days I wonder why we bother... we lose more matches than we win but that's ok cos we genuinely do have fun and the boys have a great coach called Danny who is truly more interested in the kids having a laugh and a good time than some of the competitive coaches who are all about the win.

They are only babies still at 7, and they're only just turning 7 so some of them are still 6 and whilst the parents of boys on our team all cheer our kids on, we essentially are there for a bit of exercise and fun.. some of the parents of boys on other teams are SCARY!! They scream and shout instructions from the side lines (and sometimes they're actually on the pitch!) and the poor boys look terrified... Our oys are usually picking their noses or scratching their arses bless them!!

So thats what we do Sundays, the afternoons are taken up with baths and stories and the obligatory 'nit' check before back to school on mondays. I am a responsible parent, my daughters have very long hair and there is nothing more annoying (as a parent) and painful (as a child) than an epidemic of head lice. My children all have their hair checked on a Sunday before going back to school I can't understand why other people do not do this....if they did then maybe more kids would have nit free hair.

and on to my point of this post. Richard and his jamminess, that bastard.

This weekend was particularly busy... Footy training on Friday night, Nana on Saturday morning, then the school was having its Xmas fayre... great fun, Rich has the weekend off work and so he came with.... he spent a fortune on tat for the kids bless him (he actually got some very good stuff!) and then Jake's friend Jack had his birthday party in the afternoon. Jack's mum Avril was doing the party herself at the local community centre and so a few of us had offered to help as we all know how difficult a room full of 7 year old boys can be. All the kids went and most brought their little brothers and sisters too!! We had fun though...

Then we rushed home to meet an old friend (Gaz) and he and Rich went out on the lash (*mental note* must email Lou with all the gossip), Rich crawled in at about 2.30am (early for a night out with Gaz) but he had to take Jake to the footy this morning, yes before you ask..., I was forcing him to do it. Its time I had a day off dammit.

So I get up this morning, make breakfast, get the kids up... make Rich some coffee and dig out the hangover painkillers and get ready to giggle at him hawling his bones up in time for football.

I'm in the kitchen, he has his head in his coffee and the phone rings... those f*ckers have only cancelled the football because of the frost..damn pitch is frozen!!!

Rich finishes rolling around the floor in hysterical laughter and proceeds to fall asleep on the sofa under a duvet leaving me watching the kids on my lil day off.

I hate them... all of them, men I mean... b*stards.