The little grumps

Thursday, July 31

The runaway bottom didn't run away today. It was stationary, had no energy and wasn't up for moving anywhere. Miss Rosie Bennet was poorly and had been for two days now - hence no blog entries. She only wanted one thing - her Mummy. A constant cuddle kept the tears away. But the trouble was four other Miss Bennets wanted her as well. Mr Latte, Mr Decaf Cappuccino, Mr Peely Wally or more importantly Mr Bennet didn't get a look in. By the evening - having spent an hour in the doctor's waiting room with a lethargic baby - Mrs Bennet was spent. A friend had popped round earlier that day and asked her: "Do you realise that your cardigan is inside out?" She'd left her purse complete with shopping money at the leisure centre and she found herself putting the tin foil in the fridge. At least it wasn't the microwave. There were small mercies in every situation.
Mr Bennet encouraged her to step out of the house for a while early evening, but Mrs Bennet returned 20 minutes later. She didn't even have the energy to read the paper. She did however buy a birthday cake - for herself - as she knew full well her children or Mr Bennet wouldn't get one. Today, she wished she was anywhere but home. The summer holidays were getting to her. Moaning dragged you down after a while, time of the month didn't help and a sick child made it harder. In all the duvet was where she wanted to be - preferably on her own.