Need a holiday for myself!!

Survived the first week of 9-week summer holiday. Well done to me!

Now we are in the 2nd week and... yes, am very ratty quite often. Nothing to be proud of, of course. Irritated by my girls 3-4 times already today. How dare they become stroppy only in front me!!! Felt like grabbing a telephone directory to find a number for the social service. Instead, screamed my head off... This morning we saw a mother telling her son off in a supermarket aisle. Great that am not the only parent who has a go at kids in public. Somehow managed to come out of the supermarket in one piece. Phew!

Heard from J, the next-door, that A who lives in this street had fallen and got her wrist broken. Poor woman, she can't use her writing hand and couldn't even open the bottle of milk by herself. J gave her phone number to A so that A could ask for help any time. J is a kind lady, indeed. ... Hold on, J always asks me to help her with messages and some physical tasks!! It means, it is me who might end up helping all those oldies in this street!! Well, don't mind it, but...

Stressful day, but it didn't end without a nice thing. Bought summer clothes for each of us as well as groceries. Bought a dress for myself. Had wanted it for weeks but finally the price became reduced by a third. Great. Put it on after coming home, and my big girl said "Are you going out for a date in that dress?" Must admit that the dress is well-shaped. Not tarty or frumpy. Nice to look like a decent woman for a change. All I need is a lovely man who would take me out for a drink... In my dreams.