Scary Post

Last Friday the postman delivered four pieces of post. All in white envelopes, the kind you open with one eye closed and your head turned sideways.

The first one was a Visa bill covering late December, self explanatory I think.
The second one was from the Garda Siochana informing my dear husband that he broke a set of traffic lights (though he swears they were amber and he couldn't stop in time) and he is now the proud owner of two penalty points and an Eu.80 fine. At this juncture I should point out that he is a professional driver.
The third one was from the Blood Transfusion Service informing us that my husbands name was on the computer that was stolen in London and that his information could be retrieved and used for illegal purposes.
The fourth was a letter from the building society we have our mortgage with, informing us that from March 2008 our mortgage has gone up, AGAIN.

If anyone is looking for my husband and I try under the duvet cover. AND WE ARE NOT COMING OUT UNTIL JUNE.

I NEED A HOLIDAY, NOW.

Today is one of those funny (unusual funny, not funny ha-ha) days that you just wake up tired. Not the 'when you dont have enough sleep' tired or the 'out of the lash' tired, but just tired to the bone. Tired of doing laundry, tired of walking the dog, tired of answering the door to yet another ten year old boy looking to play with my son, or alternatively six/seven year old girls looking to play with my daughters, tired of watching what I eat in case the two stone I lost come back, tired of cooking, tired of smiling when I want to scream but don't want to scare the kids.

As luck would have it I am going away in a couple of weeks to New York with four other women for a week. My husband is not amused as he has to take the week off work (well, its not as if he loves his job THAT much), and it happily (for me) coincides with the week the kids go back to school after the summer holidays. Never in my extensive years am I so ready for a holiday. Please God let the weather be good, the restaurants fabulous, and the shopping marvellous. AMEN.