Rushing

Been having sort of a manic day. I hate being late and I hate asking a favour from someone and then moving the goal posts.
For my birthday I got signed on for a nutrition workshop for today. It was quite interesting but I think I need to take some time to digest it (scuse the pun). Getting there was a palaver, couldn't get the faffing baby seat back in the car, E arguing about what coat she wanted to wear, l lobbing high heels down the stairs while I brushed my hair. Got to my mums with the kids just in time to drop them off and dash to the workshop. My head is mush with all the info. I'm not sure I understand it all but it has stopped me eating my usual crap this evening so that's one thing. Maybe she brain washed me?!
The lady overran by 1.5 hrs so I had to put more money in the parking metre, only to find I'd left my car keys in the conference room so couldn't put it on my dashboard. Stuck it under the wipers and hoped for the best.
Stressing so much about taking up my mums entire day, I ran to the car when it was all finished, backed out and almost collided with another car. Oops. I got to get over it though as I sat in traffic jam for another 40 minutes while I watched the clock ticking by.

My mum was fine about me taking so long but she had to cancel her plans. I feel horrid about it as she works all week and plans her weekends so he can get all her stuff done.

Quick dash home, dinner, clean up, leg it out the door to pick up J, 10 min late, bugger, put L to bed, argue with her for half an hour about why she needs to have a wee before bed and then sit down!

Despite feelin like a total stress head and having wound myself up today to the point of feeling sick, I realise this is totally ridiculous and is nothing compared to real as actual problems. Just indulging in some whining.

Today's blip is a quick snap of some of the info I received on the workshop today. It's blurry to match my head! Xx