Delibar Jolson

Just to clear up confusion, I did have a little Christmas ditty on this blog, but it got annoying after a few hours, so I took it off, shame we can't do the same thing about Christmas ... only joking, we all love it don't we!

we just overslept, by an hour, we have just been rushing around like blue arsed flies, flask, sandwiches, socks, panic, must be black, van keys, panic, panic, jacket, panic. When we oversleep, which isn't very often, I take it as a sign that we are both completely shattered, and just can't wake up. We have two alarms, and they go on snooze, blaring out once every five minutes, we slept through that for an hour. Still, I should feel better for the extra hour's kip. I know Keith will be driving like a nut to get to work on time, and I hate that, no job is worth risking your life for, he best do as he's told and take it easy or he'll have me to deal with.

Jack cooked a lovely meal in his cookery class yesterday. I was torn though, cos I was so hungry when he brought it home, but when looking at these delights he cooks I can't stop thinking about how many grubby little school boy's fingers have been touching the food, or whether it's safe to eat after being in his bag all day. It's a tough decision, being a good mother, taking that salmonella risk, braving all and doing my duty and eating with full on praise, or point blank refusing to eat it and risk the chance he may need therapy in later life as his mother showed no interest in his accomplishments. So I did the only thing I could, took a teensy mouthful in front of him, gave a loooong response of, ooooh Jack, that is gooorgeous, I'll have that for tea, throwing it away when he isn't looking and leaving a scraped plate for the morning, as if I have enjoyed every tasty mouthful. Must admit though, had it been cooked fresh it was actually one of the better things he has made, very nice indeed.

It was pasta with white sauce, sweetcorn and brocolli.

I think it's brilliant they have reintroduced cookery in to lessons, it was terrible that these kids were leaving school without cooking skills.

I have another busy day, sometimes I feel my life is running in fast motion. I am constantly apologising to Jack for the lack of quality time, I try and do little things, that might make all the difference, but I don't spend nowhere near as much time with him, or with myself, doing things I enjoy. At some point things will have to slow down, this doesn't feel like a life, it feels like an existence, work, pay bills, housework, work, pay bills. I have 30 hours holiday to take before April, and transcript work is self employed so can take time off without a problem there too. We have been told we cannot take holiday in December, another Sainsbury's law, not Brown's law, so I think January, will be a good time. Transcript work usually slows down around this time also for a bit, so yes, January will be a time to rest and play me thinks. Trouble is, the bills don't slow down in January.

Jolson wants to join our family unit at Sainsbury's, as if this isn't a big enough hint ...

Only problem being where the hell do you pin the name badge?