No children - what to do?

I've been so tired for the last few days, and couldn't sleep, so couldn't get up- I didn't know how on earth I was going to get up this morning, but I did. I was so pissed off to be woken up at 7, having not been able to sleep till around 2, by someone else's alarm clock, when mine was set for 8, when said someone didnt have to be out of the house till 8.25. Just how long does it take to get *one* person ready, anyway? So said person got the early bus to avoid further wrath and I lay there, really pissed off. Don't you realise I've got to get 3 children and 2 teenagers up, dressed, breakfasted and out of the house before 9 0'clock? I lay there with Ally climbing on me and being generally adorable. And then I suddenly turned into supermum. I went downstairs, made 4 lunches, 6 breakfasts, ate mine and fed Ally before anyone else emerged. Sleepy teenagers managed to actually eat something and take something with them. Then 2 sleepy children came quietly downstairs, cuddled me and sat down for their breakfasts. If every morning could be as peaceful as that...

So, was going to moan about the school run and how I hate it and regret sending them anywhere, although it is part time and to a small, independant school. Home education didn't really occur to me as a real option until I had already enrolled Jem at the Montessori, having deciding to take her out of main stream school. She has only been there for a term, and really enjoys it, and doesn't want to leave. Fugs was already there, in the nursery, 2 days a week, and is still paid for buy the nursery education grant. We did really struggle to pay Jem's fees. Anyway, I can't see a way out of it at the moment, but, as long as they're happy, maybe it'll give me a chance to do something else??

I have been enjoying the peace and quiet, today I must say, but it is a bit strange. I spent rather a long time in ASDA, as I haven't been there for years, and needed a change. (I know it's owned by the devil, or Walmart, or somebody, don't tut me, Jill.) Anyway, I think it may be the nearest supermarket, closer than LIDL! (Not counting the rubbish local Co-op). I felt the need to treat myself, so got some clothes in the sale, which I still like, now I've got home; and a new spotty mug (which Ally is now merrily filling with connect4 pieces- don't drop it!)- my favourite 2 stripy cups broke on Xmas day; A 'story pad', with lines and a blank bit for a picture on each page (they do A4 and A5 ones); and the ingredients for a stir-fry. They didn't have any of the wonderfully chunky knitted cushions I've seen advertised- I really am going to have to do some knitting of my own, aren't I? After spending what seemed like hours in a dreamlike trance, I felt strangely compelled to see if I could "drop a jeans size, by eating 2 bowls of Special K every day for 2 weeks". Presumeably then, if it worked, I would have to go back to ASDA to buy some jeans, but, luckily, I finally escaped.