Mum-e Blog

Imagine my suprise this week when I drove into school for the first time in a while (I have been allowing the new au pair to get used to the school run while I try to do housework and writing work, worrying she is going to get lost/crash the car) only to find the hunky caretaker standing near the gate, seemingly looking for someone. As I approached in the car, he pointed and waved and patted his heart and looked sad.

‘Oh my goodness, he has missed me!’ I said to the Little Princesses, who ignored me and continued to sing along to High School Musical 3 (please, please Zac Efron, agree to making a HSM 4 so at least we can have something new to listen to in the car.)

Anyway, I parked up, checked my hair in the mirror, and then walked the LPs into the playground where the caretaker was waiting by the gate. ‘Hi,’ I said, in my most cheerful yet seductive voice. ‘Hi,’ he replied. ‘I can’t tell you how much I am missing your old au pair. She was so pretty with such a lovely smile, it made me happy to see her every day.’

At that moment, we were joined by one of the male teachers. ‘Are we talking about the tragedy of this school year?’ he asked. ‘How can you have let her go, she was gorgeous.’

‘Yes chaps, she was lovely,’ I told them, through gritted teeth, ‘and she was also 19, so way too young for you.’ And with as much dignity as I could muster, I stalked off.

Let’s just say my crush on the caretaker is well and truly ended.

And the week has only got worse. Poor darling LP1 has a vile tummy bug, Not So Alpha Male is in Sicily at a glamourous wedding while I stay at home with the kids, and despite dieting like mad all week, I went to be weighed to find I had, in fact, gained a pound.

Plus I am a bit cross with my formerly beloved iPhone.  I plugged it into my AppleMac to update it with all the new software so I can now text photos and so on, and for some reason it crashed and I lost all my music, apps and  – worst of all – contacts.

That’s the thing about technology. When it’s all going according to plan it is wonderful and makes life so much better. When it goes wrong, it’s a right pain in the backside.

Hopefully I’ll be in a better mood by the time I write my next post.

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