Tuesdays are our do nothing, unplanned days. This morning it seemed like a good idea to take the children into the City. There’s a book I want to get and I have a 25% off voucher for Borders, there are a couple of shops that are having winter clearances and I thought it would be a good chance to get some warm clothes for next year, and there’s a Medicare office near those stores and I have receipts to submit.

Of course the trick is get Hugo excited about leaving the house … the impossible dream. He hates going out, especially to the “shops”. So I said, “let’s catch a bus” which seemed like a good idea until I was trying to get a toddler, a preschooler, myself, a stroller and our substantial nappy bag on the bus and THEN scrabbling about to find money for a ticket. He loved it though.

Borders didn’t have the book I wanted.

The stores had no suitable warm clothing (although I was pretty much expecting that).

I forgot my medicare card.

I don’t really understand when it got so difficult to be mobile with two small children. It’s not just the bus, I had a shocking experience at our local shopping centre yesterday and we drove there. I forgot to pay for some of my groceries so had to go back after lugging everything to the car. I’d bought some sushi for lunch (bad idea, even on a good day) and was eating it in the car before we went home. I had too much wasabi and had tears pouring down my face, my nose was streaming … I tried to scull diet coke to stop the burn and THAT doesn’t work … while trying to clean myself up with the woefully inadequate serviette. When I’d finally sorted myself out, a little voice from the back seat asked “Mummy …. are we home yet?”

“Yes Hugo. We’re home. I’ve decided we’re going to live in this car park, in the car, from now on. OK?”.

“OK Mummy” >.<