So today I thought I would try and do everything. Work , be the perfect mother, hang out with friends then go out tonight an do a gig. It turns out the that leaves me feeling like I am the master of nothing. I must just decide to do ONE thing for the day and do it well.
This morning Maxi and all his little classmates had a school trip to the Barbican. Maxi was desperate for me to come as I’d gone on his sisters school-trip two weeks before. I promised him I’d be there. Yesterday my voiceover agent called to check my availability for a voiceover today but it didn’t look that likely to happen. They said they’d confirm at 9.30 if it was going ahead. We got up this morning – Maxi babbling excitedly about us all going on a school trip – lunches ready and off we go. Myself and 28 kids pile on the bus for this mornings concert at The Barbican. That number of children are LOUD. 9.30 comes and goes so I have nothing to worry about. I can spend the whole day with Maxi and his mates. At 10.30 my phone goes and I have to be in Soho for midday. I have to tell my little boy that I have to go. He is gutted. Even my offer of a friend over after school doesn’t soothe him. I leg it off to the voiceover and I’m late. Get the voiceover done but with the bad feeling of my lateness. Did I mention that the dog has not been walked and is shouting at me right now? Good. Good.
I had a quick coffee with a mate but I know she felt a little put out as I kept checking my watch and worrying about the time.
I ran round M&S getting food for tonight and one thing I cannot get my head round in London is other people’s selfishness. We live in a big town. There are lots of people. Sometimes we have to move to the side so there can be a smooth passage along Oxford Street. There is only one of me walking along. I don’t understand why some people have to walk along 3 astride. Why is this? I have to get home with all this bloody food before I go home to feed children, write new material and go out and do a gig. (I wouldn’t sit in the front tonight – you might get it in the neck from my good self) Having said that I don’t despise the 3-astriders as much as I do those morons who come out of the tube station and stop dead at the entrance denying any chance of the other 7 and a half million of us who live here our entrance or exit. Twats. That really does drive me nuts. I also don’t like ‘selfish parkers’. You know the ones? They sit in the middle of a parking bay for two cars and no-one else can get in or they squeeze right up the arse of your car so you can’t open the boot. Twats.
So here I am venting before I pick up the kids and make fish pie with them for dinner. I also bought sticky toffee pudding for dessert. I do have some redeeming qualities. I have a fine eye for a good pudding even if I’m going to be the last mother at the school gates.