C'est La Vie! (That's Life)

Making strawberry jelly at 9:00am and hurrying to iron clothes while wearing a T-shirt that says C'est la vie, thinking of writing a blog post and if I'm very lucky I'll have time to vacuum the house and mop the floors before it's time to pick up my youngest daughter from school (I will have to go back later for the eldest because the school system in this country is completely out of tune with parents who want to get a job but cannot because of a stupid school schedule), that sums it all up.

This is what my life has come to, and to top it all up, the Soccer (Football?) World cup is starting today, meaning that there will be nothing decent on TV for a whole month. At least I will be able to catch up with the Graham Norton Show episodes that I have missed this season, even though I am in Ireland and cannot access the BBC iPlayer so I will have to find them on YouTube (thank you, YouTube) for my oh so necessary dose of laughter.

Even though I will be 37 this month I don't feel old (in my brain I am something like 27) except when my kids say that I am a lady, not a girl (but they also say this about their teachers, even though one of them doesn't look one day older than 18) and also when my almost 6 year-old says that my skin looks lumpy because I am a bit old (I think she was trying to be nice!)

So off I go, with my wrinkles and my lumpy skin, maybe I'll check out that Avon catalogue I've got stashed in a corner on my bedroom floor (I need some shelves in my bedroom) to see if it has any magic pore-reducing cream or foundation, but why bother? I might as well try and look my age even though I have never got around to getting the Mammy look, I am just too comfortable in my jeans and T-shirts and anyway I don't have the time or money to go shopping for a new look.

That's it for today's rant, which will probably not make sense to most of my readers (do I even have any?). I guess I'd better see to that vacuuming or else it might not get done until Monday. Cest la vie!