Wednesdays have long been the worst days of the week in this house. Whatever is going to go wrong with the week will happen on a Wednesday.
When I was giving up the cigarettes I found wednesday the hardest day.
Now take today for example. I had planned on going for a swim this morning, then watching Líadán for her swim session. Made sense to me... after all I was going to have to be up at the pool this morning, so why not combine a bit of me time while I was at it?
Instead what has happened ... Róisín is in her bed - apparently suffering from severe neck pain. Seán headed out to school allright. Then I get a phone call. Vomiting. So thats him home too.
Swim ... HA.
Wednesdays who'd have 'em. Kids too for that matter?!?!?!!