Diary of a Mummy Misfit #1 by Amanda Egan Read Free Book Online

chance.  They took the opportunity to transform themselves very seriously and, both ‘resting’ at the moment, welcomed the prospect with open arms.
     
    “C’mon Libs, I can’t possibly discuss our designs with you.  It’d spoil the allure.  Let’s just say, we won’t let you down.”
     
    If I know Nic and Rick, Fenella’s in for a treat!
     
     
    PM
     
    Ned not overly happy with just salad for dinner but, when I explained about the red basque, he went a bit glassy eyed and tucked in.  I will lose those pounds.
     
    He filled up on a forgotten stash of MG’s ‘Melting Mounds’ and I finished off the rest of a bottle of Fleurie.
     
    Oops, there’s always tomorrow to lose those pounds.
     
    Wednesday 4 th June AM
     
    Got a letter from Manor House Parents & Teachers Committee today, addressed to ‘Parents joining Seedlings class this September’.
     
    It seems they usually have a couple of willing mums with children already at the school to act as class reps.   It went on to say, “This way, the incumbents are already familiar with the running of the school.  However, this year we have been unable to appoint Seedlings reps as existing Manor House mothers are already over-committed in other areas.  In short, we would be grateful if we could recruit a couple of ‘newbies’ to take on the roles.  They would of course be given our full support - especially in the organisation of the Christmas Fair which also falls to Seedlings this year.”
     
    Yeah, right!  What sort of nutters would put themselves up for that?
     
    Shortly afterwards, Fenella rang and I’m still kicking myself after giving her the go-ahead to call the school offering our services.
     
    I know I shouldn’t have let her talk me into it but she made it sound like such fun.  Anyway, we are now ‘Fenella & Libby - Seedlings class reps’ for the next academic year and have a Christmas Fair to organise for 140 kids plus parents for November. 
     
    Bugger, why can’t I just learn to say no?
     
    PM
     
    Ned almost peed himself, he laughed so hard when I told him.
     
    “When will you ever learn, Lib?  Obviously no one wanted to do it because it’s such a shit job.  You know you’ll be cursing and tearing your hair out by November.  But of course, Fenella made it sound like such fun.  Honestly, that woman is so persuasive, she could make a vasectomy rate with a blow-job!”
     
    Wasn’t too sure if I liked him thinking of Fenella at the same time as a BJ but was too exhausted to comment.  Anyway needed to have an early night as Fenella and I are meeting with the Chair of the Parent/Teacher’s committee tomorrow to get a list of our duties.
     
    Quite excited by my new challenge, despite my apprehension.  Flicked through now-tidy wardrobe and decided on newish ‘charity shop gem’ dress - very ‘Fundraiser Mum’.
     
    Went to sleep with thoughts of ‘best Christmas Fair ever’ running through my head.
     
    4am
     
    Woke in cold sweat.  I’ll kill Fenella.  She caught me at a weak moment.  I hadn’t had any chocolate for two days so I was vulnerable.  Have never organised anything like this in my life and it will be a total disaster.  We’ll be a laughing stock.  Oh, help!
     
    Thursday 5 th June
     
    Not a good start to the day.  Wardrobe malfunction.
     
    Woke up to find that one of the puppies had left a runny poop on the dress I’d stupidly left on the kitchen chair.
     
    Tried to scrape it off and do a spot clean but the effect would have been less ‘Fundraiser Mum’ and more ‘Mum-Who-Needs-Funds’.  Gave up on a bad job and quickly chucked on the first thing I could find - bum lifting jeans and crocheted top.  Not a good omen for the first day in my official school capacity.
     
    Quickly dropped Max at nursery and made a dash down the A3 for our meeting.  The committee Chair, a mother with three already at the school, said she’d prefer for us to go to her as she had a new Filipino housekeeper