Pot of Gold

Even though the end of this rainbow looked to be clearly on our house (just over this hill) there was no pot of gold waiting for me.

Back to school day is always a struggle, but particularly when I was feeling like I could barely keep my cup of tea down. TallGirl was quiet this morning, but insisted she was fine until we got nearly to school. Then she said she didn't think it was a good idea for her to go. I asked if she felt sick and she said (readers of a delicate disposition should look away now) "I just was sick into my mouth and had to swallow it back down."

Turned out she'd already been sick this morning but didn't tell me because she didn't want to miss school (especially not her music test). I returned her to her bed and went into school for my meeting with the accountant. Just being in that little overheated room for a minute was a mistake, and I had to make my excuses and go home. To bed. Where I remained until it was time to pick up CarbBoy for lunch. Once he was back at school, TallGirl and I snoozed on the sofa, vaguely watching Downton Abbey, until it was time to pick him up again.

And that was my day: some dozy driving and a lot of feeling sorry for myself.