When it all gets a bit too much, I think of life as a tennis match. Points, games, sets and match.
I wake up before the alarm does. Love-15.
Fall back to sleep. 15 All.
Child appears wanting breakfast. 30-15.
Husband goes to make breakfast. 30 All.
Shower uninterrupted. 40-30.
Washing machine activated, shower runs cold. Deuce.
Sneak onto Twitter. Advantage Sarah.
Child screams. Deuce.
Hot cup of tea. Advantage Sarah.
Tea goes cold whilst making breakfast for the hordes. Deuce.
Last night’s homework not done. Advantage kids.
No packed lunch for school trip. Game kids.
If life were tennis, I’d have a heap of earth named after me. Sarah’s Summit. People would sit on it and cheer.
I mean jeer.
Well, they’d drink Pimms until they were sloshed and love me cos I’m British.
New Balls Please.