My Weekend in Numbers

One. The number of glasses of wine I planned to have  on Friday night.

Two.  The number of minutes I managed to shower in peace and quiet before Little Princess Pink decided she needed to pee in this loo as she’d be ‘too lonely’ in the others.

Three. The number of grandparents who came to visit the littlies.

Four.  The number of shirts I still need to iron for work this week. Bah!

Five. The number of glasses of wine I actually had on Friday night.

Six. The number of mini shortbreads I managed to resist in Costa in favour of my weight watchers caramel wafer biscuit.

Seven. The number of times I’ve rolled my eyes at Super Daddy’s innuendo.

Eight. The number of cups of coffee I felt like I needed to get moving this morning.

Nine. The number of times I loaded, there emptied and reloaded the dishwasher.

Ten. The number I counted to before then still shouting the F word when I caught my finger in the washing machine door.

Thirteen. The number of weight watchers pro-points in the full bag of sour cream and chive party snacks I consumed whilst watching poop on tv on Saturday night.

Twenty Three. The number of times I told Little Monster Blue to move back from the television as he was standing too close (I.e. nose touching screen)

Twenty Eight. The number of candles on my little sisters birthday cake. (Happy Birthday Lou!)

Four Thousand Six Hundred and Seventy Three. The number of grains of rice I had to sweep from the kitchen floor after taking the bag out of the cupboard upside down.

Fifty Five. The number of screaming children in the soft play on Saturday afternoon.

Fifty Six. The number of times I said to Super Daddy ‘is it time to leave yet?’ whilst in the soft play.

One Thousand Seven Hundred and Ninety Nine. The number of pennies I spent on five (lovely) t-shirts for the nippers in Gap. Bargainous much. Yay to 40% off specials.

Seven Hundred. The number of episodes of Fireman Sam I feel like I’ve seen.

Six Thousand Eight Hundred and Twenty One. The number of points I scored shaking my toosh to Aha Take On Me on Just Dance 3 on the Kinnect.

Twenty One Hundred. The number of hours at which I will flop into bed, exhausted but contented, happy and ready for another jam packed week ahead!

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  1. Fantastic!! Cheered me right up; and well done for resisting the Costa shortbread. Why is it when you’re on a diet you always want to eat more yummies?

  2. Yours have an Aunty Lou too!

  3. Super Mummy says:

    Hey Mrs LA, you’ve not popped by for a while! Yes, well done me. But then assume it makes me a bad mummy for allowing the nippers to share the bag between them?!

    J x

  4. Super Mummy says:

    They do! My wee sis 🙂 She’s Auntie Lou because Louise proved too difficult to say when Little Princess Pink was ickle, we had many variations – Auntie Ma-leese, Auntie Wuh-leese, Auntie Uh-leese. Lou much easier! X

  5. Charlotte says:

    Ahhh No8 – how I sympathise with thee…….

  6. Super Mummy says:

    I had to take a quick check back to what no. 8 was there Charlotte! I should have known it would be the coffee one. Interesting how when I look back at previous articles on here there is a recurring coffee and wine theme going on. Comes with the territory perhaps?

    Lovely to see you here.

    J x

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