Things are clearly on the up for us!

After a drivelly whinge, life has done a complete turnaround.  I PASSED THE PART 3 TEST!!!!  I am now officially an Approved Driving Instructor!  Yes, I am now legally allowed to teach all and sundry to drive to the required standard to pass the offical driving test.  I plan to teach them to surpass this standard and be as good as they should be,  and I will help them to pass the theory and hazard tests.  I am now the owner and sole instructor for the Glam School of Motoring “dedicated to driving excellence”.

I now need to find a local valeting service and get my Renault Clio as shiny and lovely as possible.  Sell it for a minimum of £1000 and then I have my start up costs which will be necessary for leasing my car.  I also need to find £300 to send off for registering on the ADI list run by ORDIT,  I get this back from the Instructor College but have to do it and get my documents first.  I also need to start marketing and get some students.  Ace news that I passed though.  I am very pleased with myself.

Then to top it off today my team of 12 year 8 and 9 students were victorious in the Magistrate’s Mock Trial local heat and have won a lovely shiny trophy for school to display AND we get to go to the regional heat on May 16th in Leeds magistrate’s court.  Yes, another trip to organise and lead!  Boding well for my Senior public speaking team who are in the regional heat of the Rotary Club’s public speaking competition at Loughborough Grammar School tomorrow afternoon.

Happy Days!!!

As expected…

and before I read any of the comments; I am utterly mortified by the self-indulgent ’sorry-for-myself’ whining I put on yesterday.  Incredibly selfish when you think of all the suffering elsewhere.  But I’m leaving it on as an honest snapshot of my life.

Complete and utter drivel…

I’m probably gonna seriously regret writing this, it may worry unintentionally the 2.5 people who ever bother to read it, but if a blog is to be honest then I should really stop editing what I write by waiting until I am on aneven keel and have thought it through.

Serious wibbliness this evening.  Am on second glass of wine and may drink the bottle as I’m not sleeping and am bloody tired.  I’ve filled the weekend with socialness and ended up with tired kids who’ve been so appalling they’ve gone to bed with no videos in their room for a week and having lost a good behaviour star.  Which I now feel is all my fault as they’re just tired.  What if something happens and they went to sleeping knowing Mummy was disappointed with them?

And I am trying to forget the fact that no matter what I try I cannot win.  The mortgage is probably gonna bounce again and I have no idea what the hell I can do to get enough practise to pass the part 3 on Friday.  I thought I had two practise session lined up but no, only 1 with no possibility of others, no way I’m gonna pass and without the second job Mr repossession is coming ever closer.  Yet I don’t feel we deserve sympathy or help as it’s our own bloody fault we’ve got in this hole.  Maybe we deserve to be repossessed and have to live in a shitty council house with a crack den next door.  It’ll break my heart to leave here but if that’s what it takes to stop worrying all the bloody time.

I thought I had friends who would help me, but it seems they have no time either and I cannot keep asking.  People say they’ll be there, but it’s only when it suits them.  And I’m far to whiny and needy at the moment to bother.  I’m just not a good friend so don’t deserve good friends back.   Christ I don’t like me at the moment so why the hell should anyone else, Fucking crybaby whinger, I need a good slap, look how lucky I am?  Great house, good husband, fabulous kids.  I should be counting my blessings not whining.   Work don’t want me but so what?  They don’t deserve me.  Shit I am on a downer!  Better go drink more wine and cry it out.  I’m really going to regret this post in the morning, I shall publish before I think it through too much, though may delete it before anyone reads it.   I hate to be a needy, ungrateful whiner and that’s what this is turning out / has turned out to be.

Sorry, bye.