What a Grump.

It is Friday, my most favourite day of the week with all the anticipation of lie-ins, a jug of coffee on my dressing table and the children at the end of our bed as we eat buttery toast spread thick with tayberry jam. It is the day of the week I generally spend with a cheery smile never far from my face, yet today I feel disgruntled and out of sorts. Why? I have no idea which makes me feel even more disgruntled and deeply annoyed with myself for spoiling my best day.



All felt wrong from the moment I opened my eyes in the dark of another icy morning: Isabella's school uniform was covered in cholcolate mousse from the night before, the one night I hadn't chased her to change out of it on arriving home from school, and I had forgotten to actually turn the machine on. A quick wash first thing and into the drier which, needless to say, turned itself off for a reason known only to itself, leaving her jumper a sodden mass and me racing to find an alternative.



Oh, for heavens sake I am even boring myself with the dullness of this tale. Suffice it to say, this is pretty much how the day has gone so far and I am grumpy despite the joys of having completed my tax return, the joy much depleted by the nonsense of having left it so late in the first place!



I suspect much of my mood is due to the weather, the cold having returned with a vengeance and the flatness of the light muting all colour from around me. I am cold despite wearing many layers, a condition I am very poor at putting up with. I have drunk too many cups of ground coffee and eaten too many sugary doughnuts in an attempt to chase the grumps away, three having been scoffed this morning alone. I feel vaguely grubby as a result.



I suppose the most obvious reason is that I have a course to go on this weekend which means I will not be around for most of the fun. I am a chronic creature of habit when it comes to my home, jealously guarding our time together and perfectly happy with the doors closed on the world outside (blogland excepted of course). I practically have to be shoe-horned away from the house and am notoriously bad at arranging things with friends, not because I don't love and value them, but because I am so happy in my home that it doesn't enter my head to change things.



I am never bored here, can always find things to do outside of the ordinary houseworkey things and revel in our little, somewhat shabby - ok, very shabby - space. So, perhaps my grumps today are because I am forced away for a few days, leaving Davey to the fun of having the children all to himself, something he loves too. It is strange how many people seem to find this daunting and draft in others when they are alone with children for a few days. Most odd to the both of us really, but I suppose we are all different - how terribly (un)profound Pip!



I think they are planning to make marmalade...without me...sighs deeply in despair.



Ah well, I shall return in the evenings to hear about their days and scoff some toast and marmalade; it may not be with them all at the end of our bed, but it will be fun nonetheless.



Fortunately, these days my grumps never last as I truly have little to be grumpy about and shall give myself a good talking too forethwith.



Normal cheeriness will be resumed on Monday x