sainthood for lunch

before leaving for lunch I wrote:
preparation for lunch with ma in law done - excuse for being late (even though we're early): yup. Statement that I am not pregnant: yup. Emotional defence mechanism against all possible insults about my figure, clothes, hair, ability to iron: yup. Three children to talk loudly and behave badly through it all; yup. Drugs waiting upon return: yup. Excellent, let's go.

On my return:
it went wonderfully - I only had to take her to the loo every 15 minutes and give my opinion on how much wee that was in relation to how much water she'd drunk, she brought up the fact (with great delight) that we refused to take on the family business and that's why we're not rich (are you aware that you'd have millions by now if you'd taken it on? yes....but we didn't want to....). my clothes are, apparently 'very modern' but probably cost loads of money and we'd have more money if we'd taken on the family business. My boots are also nice but probably cost loads of money blah blah blah. My camera looks very expensive blah blah *sigh* The delightful event ended with the chidlren saying yes to joining in the 'making autumn decorations' therapy for old and senile people....so I spent an hour chatting to dribbling people whilst cutting out leaf shapes. I might not be a millionaire's wife but I think I am now officially a saint.

If anyone requires someone to cut out leaves or wipe dribble or discuss urine, just give me a call, I'm a pro.
Yes, that is whinging but at least I haven't posted a blip of her or one of the cats, 'k?