Just an Everyday Mum

So, new website, Blogger sucked ass, moved blog to Brit Mums and use wordpress instead. Sorry for the hassle guys but I'm definitely not moving again. That's my permanent home from here on in. It's empty (again) because I only got it running today but I'm adding as I go along.

Oh and for the person who decided to moan that my blog wasn't light enough (you know who you are), the new look should appease even you and if you don't...tough. I don't like people cussing me out like that when you are here by choice. If you don't like the new look, you can kiss my skinny white ass.

For the two people who sent me nice comments, I apologise for moving yet again but I promise that this is definitely the last time!!

Yesterday was quite possibly the most boring day I've ever had. It dragged interminably and there was all the wonderful dancing around other staff who apparently are in the middle of a vendetta against each other.

Personally they can argue with each other until their ears drop off but I've made it clear I won't be dragged into it. I think part of the problem is half the workers are between 16-19 and have seen absolutely nothing of the big bad world.

Oh well, let 'em fight. Not my problem.

Apart from that, there was the customers. To a man (or woman) they were uniformly rude, disgusting and being polite to them was the last thing I wanted to do. Thankfully I managed it because the store manager told my supervisor to tell me that my customer service was excellent. Thanks to that I got called managers pet all night.

That is something I can live with.

I wish though, that customers would realise that the person who is stood in front of them, attempting to be nice, is actually a human being and that standing there trying to ignore my existence makes me come up with new and interesting ways to contaminate your shopping (no I don't do this but other staff do, quite nastily too).

Oh well, mum always said, as long as it's honest work, who cares?

I think she might be right, everbody has to start at the bottom and this is my bottom.

I also managed to lose my locker key. I'm going to be searching for it today but I'm up the creek if I can't find it because it is the only key and the store has no backup.

Finally, I am off to a kids brthday party today. Someone I work with actually used to go to Youth Club with me which was quite cool so we're off to her daughters birthday party tonight.

Right, I'm off to go look for that key.

I've got to go to work in a half an hour and to be honest, I'm dreading it. It's the first full shift since I got hired and I'm already willing and able to kill half the customers that come in.

That's not to say that every customer is horrid, just some of them. There's the ones who think that their phone conversations are more important than paying, the ones who think that talking to themselves in strange languages until I ask for money is acceptable and then there's the teenage mothers who think that screeching at your child in front of me is acceptable.

The latter is causing me some problems as disapproval radiates from my body like heat from a radiator and I'm sure they're picking up on it. I swear, it's getting harder and harder to hold my tongue with these ones.

Yesterday I also did my first refusal too. The lad couldnt be more than 17 no matter how tall he is and when he didn't have ID, I refused to serve him. Thankfully he took it nicely so I didn't worry about whether or not I was going to get abuse but I was still nervous.

Anyway, I have to finish getting ready for work so I'll either write tomorrow or update tonight.

This may come across a little garbled but I'm still in shock over it. At my kids' school, they have breakfast club and at the breakfast club, there are the most patient, kind and helpful teachers I've seen who volunteer their own time to make sure the kids get what they want.

This morning was a little different.

This morning, I was taking the kids to breakfast club and arguing with my son over whether or not he could keep his blankie at breakfast club with him firmly on the losing side. This continued at the door of the breakfast club and into the inside. As we entered still arguing, one of the teachers went outside on the phone looking slightly concerned.

Suddenly me and the other teacher there heard a cry and we both ran out. The teacher on the phone had broken down and said 'My sons just died'. I froze for a second, The other teacher who had run out with me just held the teacher on the phone while I came out of my freeze and ran inside and did an emergency takeover of breakfast club.

The kids accepted this as I've helped out before but I swear, I was in full panic mode for a few seconds.

The kids obviously know something is up but it's not my place to tell them so I didn't but I will say this, I have never felt so helpless as I did just now. I've only just got back in from my emergency takeover and I cant get the picture of horror on the teachers face out of my mind.

I wish I could have said or done something that would have helped the teacher whose son has died but I didn't and I feel stupid that I just froze like that.

I cannot imagine the horror of being told your child has died and I don't want to try and imagine it. I can only hope that somehow, the teacher in question will find a way to cope in time and that the ones she loves will be there for her now that she needs them most.

I wonder if doctors feel like this when they lose someone on their watch?

I've added a picture of me taken on an normal day out with the kids (don't ask) and I'm updating some other things like the 'About Me' bit. I've also nicked the same name at wordpress.com. Just an Everyday Mum

That one will mainly just be a storytelling version of this and will probably end up being more interesting than this one as I use this mainly to record the facts of any and every incident.

Think that's it so I'm off to make coffee

I said a couple of posts ago, that my daughter would be spending a week during the summer holidays at camp. She isn't now. I warned her time and again that if she was going to clash with me, she would find herself on the losing end but obviously she didn't listen.

Therefore her holiday at camp is going to be removed, just as soon as their office opens and I can ring them to cancel her place. She seems to be leaping and diving toward teenaged stroppiness and I am leaping and diving towards strangling her.

I win this battle, let's hope I can win the war.

If anyone has any ideas to sort out a stroppy 9 year old before I attempt murder, please share.

The title of the post says it all really. That's the depresing fact I came face to face with this morning. My darling daughter has gone from being babe in arms, to being tall enough to reach my shoulder. Granted I'm not exactly tall at just over 5 foot in height but still, it's depressing.

My son too is going through this depressing growth phase and is now level with my milk cartons. I keep telling them to stop this growing taller lark but they are ignoring me with obvious relish and doing it anyway.

Then, my daughter made a fatal mistake.

"When I get a bit older, I'll be taller than you and you can't tell me off any more!"

I stopped dead, narrowed my eyes and growled as I looked at her. ( I have an impressive growl apparently)

"Do you really think so?" I asked

Daughter dearest took one look and realised her error.

"No mum, I was just pretending! Honest!"

"Good"

"Besides, you're old and you won't be able to catch me"

I smiled sweetly at her as another growl threatened to burst out of me.

"No, and I wouldn't even try, but you have to come home to eat and sleep" I replied.

*gulp*

"I'll be good mummy"

"Good"

With that, we carried on getting ready for school. I have conditioned both my children so well that I no longer have to be graphic or even give them a swat on the backside, a growl and an implied threat usually does the trick.

I can be very graphic when I set my mind to it although, they figured out that when I threatened to rip their arm off and beat them to death with the soggy end, I wasn't actually going to carry it out. Oh well, growling it is.

Oh, and I woke up to my period this morning. Nice to see how the level of animosity in my voice is directly proportionate to how pissed off I am already.

I guess daughter dearest has learned to pick up on that.