Been to work on my day off, coz we had a meal for the MR Manager leaving on maternity leave.  We went to Pizza Express.  I didn't think much to it at all.  It took 45 minutes for out food to come and when it did, it was burnt.  I never complained though, being British and all.  Got back to the office and had to pretend to look busy for half an hour before leaving to pick the kids up from school.  Got to school OK, but thought the car was a bit sluggish.  Picked child number 5 up from nursery, then child number 4 came wandering out of the school and gave me all her bags to hold, so I looked like a bit of a pack horse.  Waited for child number 3 for ages.  I think she was the last one out.  Still waiting for child number 2 (for an extra 10 minutes) then remembered he was at science club.  Got back in car, and the funny noise turned out to be a puncture.  So I left the car somewhere near the school and walked to my dad's for another lecture on how irresponsible I am.  Just what I needed.  Dad dropped us off at home.  Thank you for small mercies. 
Child number 1 has just come in from detention, telling me about wanting to 'bray' a lad at school who called her a slut!  Nice .........
Small 3 kids are fighting at the moment.  You can't hear yourself think.  Iam all for this personal space and development thing with children, but it sometimes deafens your ear drums.  My motto is, 'if  you can't see blood - leave well alone'! 
ANyway, better get the tea on.  Husband has gone to buy a new space wheel.  Bless!  Oh dear, he is gonna miss the football.  THANK YOU FOR SMALL MERCIES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! x