As the headline reads, I'm hyper haha.
For the last three days I've dragged my ass out of a nice warm bed, away from extremely fun dreams to get up and get the lads ready for school and nursery. And, SHOCKER, I only struggled the first day! Normally, I'm the furthest thing form a morning person you can get, needing coffee, morning tv, and silence from children, to evolve into a human. The whole pathetic process took about two hours.
But since Wednesday, I've all but sprang out of bed, into clean clothes, whack a bit of moisturiser and foundation on, and bounce downstairs. I must be a pod person. The kids get up okay with a bit of prodding, Dylan's not a morning person, Joe can be, depends on the planetary alignment and an assortment of other factors lol.
By seven twenty this morning, my hair was washed and brushed, I had clean clothes on, and washing on the line to dry. Sometimes I scare myself!
The only cloud on the horizon is the state of Student Finance England, who are (apparently) processing my application for financial support during my humanities degree. I actually got my shit together and applied in April, assuming mine would be on the proverbial top of the pile to process.
NOT SO!
I sent my documents in TWICE. They lost them on their fabulous all-singing, all-dancing system computer server. (Note to SFE: Get a new system, cos the one you got obviously can't cut it.) I fulfilled my end of the bargain, and because so many people applied for uni this year, they can't handle it. We all are on tenterhooks hoping and praying that loans get sorted before we starve to death, eaten by the dog we got for warmth because we can't afford the eletric and gas prices, which climb daily in this silly country.
I'm currently in the middle of applying for additional extra support from uni itself, and the application form states requests so many forms of documentation I'm wondering whether or not to include a pint of my own blood to sweeten the proposal.
To top this fantastic twist to the tale, my youngest son Joe, hugged me goodbye so hard this morning he pierced the back of my earring spike INTO my neck. Love hurts, hey? It sure did this morning.
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Keeping my fingers and toes crossed that Uni sorts out your funding! A pint of blood may well help, but they might think you have vampire tendencies!
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