The Writing Is On The Wall

On the school run each morning we pass a very wonky wall that has been threatening to fall over at any second for the last 12 months. Its about 5 or 6 feet high and was constructed by any old bits of brick and stone to hand back in about 1960. It leans out at such an angle that you have to step out into the road to walk past it. Its adjacent to a very narrow pavement and if the wall was to fall would land in a narrow street that is a used as a bit of a rat run during rush hour both morning and evening.
 Imagine then our surprise to see last week the wall being dismantled brick by dusty brick as we drove past on our first day of school and over the  past week or so it was completely removed and the earth behind dug back and a brand spanking new wall built. Yesterday  as we passed the wall had been rendered and with its first coat was dry ready for the final coat of render to be applied. As we drove by today we saw that the builders had indeed been busy applying a smooth flawless finish to what now is a proud piece of construction.
 However as we came to the end of the wall, because its about 40feet long my youngest(5) read out these letters gouged out of the render about 3 feet high.....

"C."

"U."

"N."

"T."

"That wall is built by a  CUNT dad!!"

After nearly crashing the car and the two eldest kids in hysterics, I then had a 15minute "chat" about words that are "not nice".  

 Kids hey!!!

TRA LA TE TE TRA LA LA LA LAAA

Yes it really is a grown man singing and dancing like Mary Poppins, this is not something new to those of you who frequent "those" type of clubs but in our house the phrase "Bear with a sore head" is generally the best way to describe my default setting over the past 5 1/2 weeks.
 I dearly love my children but when it turns out that I have been the sole carer and house keeper and cook and cleaner and trying  working 40 hours a week then the "Summer Holidays" are anything but a holiday. At least  today I had a wee without some one wandering in asking where his Lego mini figures were, a cup of tea without the requests for a recreation of Lady GaGas latest hair style and 30 seconds at the computer where I wasn't mobbed by demands to watch "the worlds cutest puppy" or the "Annoying Orange".

BLISS 

All Is quiet, no Rhianna  blasting from the kids room about what sexual antics she has been/would like to do to some unfortunate/fortunate guy.

No continual loop of Pingu dvd's.

No volley of screams, chases and cries of "she hit me!", "He bit me!" and "I'm telling!!!!"

Yes peace reigns and I can feel the icy iron grip loosen ever so slightly across my chest.

Its great when the kids go back to school. Time to do what I want to do when I want to do it. 

Too Much Time ON My Hands!!!!

ROLL ON 3 O'CLOCK!!!