I can't wait until I'm a Mother.

     I cannot begin to describe how funny my Mom is being today. She has already thrown a three-year-olds tantrum over ironing, tripped on the way to the shop and pulled a face at an old woman, who turned around and saw her. I've been awake four hours and I've already laughed more today than I have all week. I've now just been told that the ironing pile isn't going down. Apparently the clothes keep sneaking back in to be ironed again. I would gladly video this woman, but I am not allowed. Legal rights she claims. I think it's because she hates cameras.
     It is really warm in Newcastle today. I wore denim shorts to go food shopping which is a first. I was also sat upon by a furry flying insect which wasn't a bee. Saying that, the whole of nature has been against me today. I unleashed a tarantula from it's hiding spot in the window frame when I opened it. I closed it again, and we may now have half a tarantula there. Half or whole, it's still furry.
     One day, I'm planning on having a full conversation with Jay, without a four year old telling us otherwise, and inconsiderate women whisking me off to the bank / back home / the next place she can think of.
     Oh, I just heard a slamming wardrobe door. Now she's singing Katy Perry loudly. Am I right to believe my Mother could be bipolar?! Yes, because Queen Tantrum is now back. The poor ironing board. I love her no matter what, and she is making me laugh, but this is making my head spin! Happy California Girl or Moody Slamming Stamper? I'd best go in my room for safety.
     I can't wait until I'm a Mother myself, so I can go about my day, embarrassing (and scaring) my children, the way my Mom does. Take today, when I came in with Jade and Jordan, and she was stood there in her dressing gown. She had no consideration and didn't even apologize and go and get dressed. She just smiled and sat and watched Hollyoaks. No consideration for me. What-so-ever.