Hell & Starvation Redux

Hmmmm. Next time mummy maybe I just shouldn't tell you....

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In a previous life I was an editor. Now, some financial analysts are excellent writers but, on the whole, they're not known for their prose. The ones that could string sentences together would often construct dry, turgid essays. And they were forever repeating themselves, leading many to use my least-favourite 'device' in their titles - redux*.

For this blog post I considered:

To hell and back again
Boy's teacher did a bad, bad thing
Hell hath no fury like a Mummy conned
... and so on

But I've settled on the redux title because a) I'm in a shitty frame of mind and b) sod it, I don't have an editor to do my work for me.

But, Mummy, why? You ask. Why must it be redux? Well, a funny thing happened on the way home from school on Friday. Boy announced - very pleased with himself, he was - that the other kindy teacher had given him some chocolate and a lolly at lunch time.

WHAT!!????

He detected my displeasure, leading him to mutter that perhaps he'd best not tell me next time.

There had better not be a next time. Being of lazy disposition, I did not turn us around and march back there to confront the teachers - I will do that next week - but this little indiscretion has set us back.... Back all the way to square one, in point of fact.

So, there were a few changes on the agenda this morning. Now, what normally happens in the morning is that Justababy wakes me up and I lie there in the (always, always) futile hope that she'll just drift off again if I keep my eyes closed and determinedly ignore her jumping on me. Then, once I've given up, I pass her over to Daddy so I can get an hour or so shut-eye before he has to head off to work.

This morning, however, I was rudely interrupted - and this is despite the ear plugs - by extremely loud, shrill shrieking from Boy demanding honey with his breakfast and screaming his displeasure at the reinstitution of The Diet.

I have a feeling his teachers will be hearing about it too...



*Or sometimes it was groundhog day, but you get the picture.