Mount regret

Right...today I woke up with all good intentions of getting organised for the week ahead; we have a pile of clean washing in the utility room I've began to fondly refer to as Mount regret (coz I regret not putting it away as I went...today I was gonna conquer the bugger...(I mean I'd need some climbing ropes and pick axe but I was up for the challenge.) Getting the uniform, lunches, school bags ready in plenty of time instead of a mad rush, I was going to cook a huge roast dinner and take Max for a walk in his new wheelchair....

....BUT none of that happened, Mount regret still stands, Max's shiny new wheelchair managed to give both Joe and I backache coz it's made for dwarfs/pixies or children to push, and during our walk we discovered Max droops over to one side in it because they didn't put any lateral supports in it! (On a brighter note I've finally found a use for the support cushion the wheelchair services once gave us instead of a wheelchair, it fits quite nicely in his new chair and works as a lateral support.) The kids have been teeny tiny dearest darling little arseholes all day so much so that I actually thought I'd cry at one point and ended up in complete giggling hysterics at the ridiculousness of it all,  and the huge roast dinner turned into a dirty kebab from the take away
and I'm rushing around doing the uniform, lunches and school bags last minute as per usual.

Here's hoping your Sunday was more successful. ✌🏻️💛