And then she had children.
This morning this rumpled, messy-haired, slightly down-at-heel, struggling to remember the date now forty-something has:
- dragged two unwilling children from bed
- breakfasted them
- tidied them up and asked them at least 4 times each to PUT. THEIR. SHOES. ON.
- started the dishwasher (half empty, but the smell of last night's baked bean saucepan was just too dreadful not to)
- done the school run
- checked her oldest son's shoes when he climbed out of the car at school to try to locate the source of the very unpleasant smell, and discovered it was not his footwear, just the car decaying
- stopped for a restorative cup of tea in a cafe and been generally amazed at how unpleasant some business people can be when they feel their space is being invaded by a small boy who is behaving beautifully - even if he is a little demanding on the subject of having Harry and Dinosaurs read to him
- picked up a product to review (more of which later)
- been to the supermarket
- made more adult conversation with the guy on the fish counter than she's had in the last 24 hours
- unpacked the shopping & put it away
- put the laundry on (actually paying attention to the care labels for a change in the hope that the new wool jumper purchased for her oldest son doesn't shrink like the last one did, before he's even worn it)
- Put some vegetables in the oven to roast so that she can throw them out cooked rather than raw
- Negotiated with her youngest son for half an hour of internet time by selling out and letting him watch tv
And found out when she finally managed to fit in her first loo stop of the day that she had completed all of the above tasks with her flies undone.