It's mothers' day in England.....whoppydoo.

Somehow the days you look forward to most are the ones that let you down most. Mothers' day is a let down for me most years, this one was no exception apart from deciding that I wouldn't sit at home wishing I was being spoiled, I took myself to MY mum's house and had a lovely peaceful afternoon , lunch by Leah, girlie DVD with mum and Julie and back home to chaos.
PPPPPTTTTTHHHHHHH.

Sophie and Jordan have booked a lunch for tomorrow, I couldn't face the crowds of today so tomorrow will be perfect. I know I'm not H's mum but I am the mother to 3 of his sons and I would think it a good idea for him to help THEM do something. Completely hopeless in these things but he irons my clothes all year round..... and does the dishes every day, all of them....shouldn't complain but I AM. Na na na na na.

Actually, funny how it's on the days I should be gushing in the glories of motherhood, I find myself thinking I should have had cats. Shove them out the door at night and if they really get on your nerves you can have them put down. ( I know, I know..mean woman, shouldn't even jest about it in regards to a defenceless animal. Defenceless? Have you smelt what they can do in a litter tray? Ewwwwwww anything that can create a stink like that and still walk around with it's nose in the air is anything but defenceless I tell you.)
Mum has a cat. It's called Buzz lightyear ( named by Sam aged nearly 2 and 3/4) the cat is actually a kitten and is on it's 3rd home. It is quite the maddest cat I have ever come across. It thinks it is a person but it is a mad person, really mad, certifiable actually.
Buzz has been a lifeline to mum because he is worse than having a toddler in the house. He attacks with such ferosity that there is no hope of wandering around in a depressed and mourning state. Mum and Leah have to have their wits about them at all times. I think he goes for the throat but he's a bit little so he gets the top of the thigh, hard. He unplugs the cable for the TV and I think he laughs. He fills his litter box at the same time every morning and that reminds mum and Leah that they are alive and all senses are functioning. There is a glimmer of hope that the removal of his manly bits will calm him down. I suspect it will actually make him want revenge. Perhaps having cats isn't the answer. Maybe fish?

*sigh* I am a bit bored. It's 8.32pm, we put the clocks forward last night so it's really 7.32pm........nothing to do ( that's untrue of course but there's nothing to do that would please me so I'm not doing it)
Ho hum....... Oh oh.....I have noticed a few new names on my comments, lovely. I love comments, I love knowing people read me, it's almost as good as thinking people listen to me when I talk but I've seen the glazed looks so I can't really hold onto that joyful feeling.
Sara M....mum said you are reading, I saw your comment but didn't know it was you! Hello, how exciting that someone who actually has seen me is reading too!
So, because I am bored and it is a fact that I am a tart for anything that makes me feel good, I think it's time for a roll call, a plea for anyone and everyone to leave a comment telling me they are here...that even means mum who thinks her fingers will drop off if she touches a keyboard, Leah, drag her over and make her say hello!!
Thankyou, in anticipation. May I be among the double figure bloggers!!