8 Weeks + 4 days

Errrrrr

Today has been random.

Went to the shopping centre this afternoon and got a few bits; 3 new plates, 3 new bowls and a lamp.

Wanted to get DS some new shoes, but seemingly no boys in this country wear smart shoes anymore. They just wear some kind of shoe that resembles either the box it came in, or trainers, or both, or some other odd fashion uncomfortable cross trainer style yoke!

I could not believe it. They had absolutely no classic style shoes. We needed some preppy style shoes.. Oxfords or Penny Loafers... you know? Shoes to wear for formal and casual occasions to look smart.

There were just piles of junk. Looked in John Lewis, Clarks and the other places. I will have to go back to Brantano. That shop actually has a choice of normal shoes for boys.

I always get annoyed when I go shopping. I get apathy from both boys. I was looking at things today that I never dreamed I would fit into, but now seem possible and I just got the 'haunted rape of wallet stare'. I just like to imagine. dream. Coo "Ohh that's lovely". DH gets ready for battle to save his fortune (which he doesn't have btw!) I would just like FOR ONCE for someone to go "yeah that's really nice, you would look amazing in that." I am NEVER going to actually buy the thing, but like I said, its nice to dream. Nice to share you likes and dislikes with the one you love. Give them hints about pressies to buy you even (IT WAS OUR 11th anniversary of meeting yesterday after all - not nada, zip, nowt) Huhhhh. Not even a "Go on honey, I love you so just treat yourself"

Then, just as I am looking about, in full knowledge of time/shopping ratio, i get
"We have 50 minutes."
"huh?" I ask.
"We have 50 minutes. Shops shut at 4."
"Right." says I "I know that."

Its like some covert operation... "We must get in and out before we are spotted by the *insert random association*"

I swear to God that he is adding up some complex formulae in his head like:
minutes in shops / time ogling items x money spent / money left for month x new mortgage or some crap!

Sometimes we need shoes. Sometimes we need a new lamp. Sometimes we need something to eat from. Sometimes you need to walk about a place and keep you eyes open so you can get a clue if you start looking like your granny!

It doesn't matter what we are shopping for. It could be for DS, or Me or Him. He hates shopping. DS used to love going to the shops. I would always get him a new book or something if he was a good boy. Now I am usually so stressed out by the pair of rat bags that I don't think they deserve anything. I had DH whining about time and DS whining about his stomach. All afternoon.

I am now getting genuinely concerned for DS. When he grows up I would like him to be an ASSET to his wife. Someone she can rely on to help her, be there for her and help carry the bags and not faint in fear when she gets the cards out. This is never going to happen if I continue taking DH with us when we shop. I have now made the decision that he is now not allowed to accompany us on our shopping missions. HE simply isn't a hunter gatherer. He would have been the one sat at home inventing the wheel whilst his wife lugged a stag home with 18 kids tied to her back.

Enough. This does ease the stress, but also gives me more too.

Eating today? Well what can I say. I have been a NAUGHTY girl. BAD bunny!!!

I have had:
a marmite sandwich
a slice of pizza
3 bags of crisps
1 glass of wine
a boiled sweet
6 finn crisp thins and half a tub of houmous (the chickpea stuff, not manure!! HA HA)
and I am about to embark on a WFF meal.

Actually looking at that its not that horrendous, but because I feel sick from lack of nutrients and annoyance of boys in this family, it feels like really bad news. Certainly 10 weeks ago I would have had a whole pizza rather than just a slice! So I guess we are making a difference!

Anyway, because of all of the above I could not be bothered to put myself out again and take DS and his mates to roller skating. I just couldn't be bothered. DH was going out to play badminton, so I decided that my last day off before work starts again tomorrow would be used chillin'. So that's what I did. I went to bed with the Avon book and ordered some bits, then had a kip. DS was deposited back home after skating and all was right with the world. Then I fell back to sleep and he fell asleep on the sofa, so when DH got back the whole house was snoring!

Like I said at the beginning, a very random day. I feel neither good nor bad, but just errrrr.

Weigh in tomorrow.... help.