Wasps, Earworms and the mug of shame.

It's 10:25am and it's already turning out to be one of those day's that tests your tenuis grip on reality.

It all started at 5:55am this morning 5 whole minutes before my alarm was due to start screeching,

All because at some point during the night my brain decided it was a good idea to start thinking about a cartoon i haven't seen or thought of in nearly 30 years turning it's theme tune into the earworm from hell.

Now I don't now how the school run works in your house, but in this house the task of transforming two tired stubborn pre-teens into semi functioning human beings at the end of a long week can only be described as psychological warfare. A war you can't possibly win with the Poddington peas slowly drilling a hole through your skull.

Two hours later as the sounds of the daily hairbrush debate filled the air I had been reduced to hiding in the hallway with my emergency sanity saving chocolate stash. Cleverly disguising my binge as a search for house keys I shoved the last piece of mars bar in my mouth. It was that precise moment the sounds of my little angels screaming like wounded banshees stopped, only to be replaced by a quieter yet much more terrifying sound.

"Down at the bottom of the garden, among the birds and the bees" sang the earworm tormenting me as i tentatively popped my head out the front door to find a small wasps nest sitting in the awning above the door. which not so conveniently on this occasion happens to be right next to the gate to get out of the back yard our normal escape routes where blocked.

Which is how I found myself helping the girls climb through the living room window, singing the poddington peas to a bemused call handler who had decided he was just too good at his job to leave a customer on hold.

And to top it all off I just realised that I only went and made my much needed first coffee of the day in this!