Everyone has them, don’t
they….?
Those days where, despite the
best laid plans, EVERYTHING goes wrong.
And you can’t wait to get back into bed and wake up when it’s all over.
Well, today has been one of
those days…!
I’m not one for hysteria (even
if I do like to have a moan sometimes!).
It’s not as if anyone has died, or been hospitalized, but… Today was supposed to be the day when I
went to see an old client, to see if he could help me get freelance work. It was an important day in my life and
I wanted it to go smoothly and to arrive in a positive frame of mind.
I leaped out of bed, ready for
the day. All I had to do was get
the kids to the school bus, walk the dog, get dressed for the meeting and
go. Simple!
Well, I thought it was simple
until the little one (who had been coughing all night long) announced that he
felt terrible; had a headache; felt feverish etc etc etc.
Having felt his head and examined
his pale cheeks, I decided that he was genuinely unwell. If I sent him to school in that state,
he’d only be sent home again. So I
had no choice but to send him straight back to bed.
In the meantime, the big one
was up and getting ready for school when he realized he had no idea where his
phone was. He really needed to
have it, so that he could call me and let me know when he was on his way
home. Time was ticking by, the bus
was not going to wait and finally… I had a fit. I realized that by this stage
we had missed the bus. I had a very
important meeting and there was NO WAY I could afford to spend 1.5 hrs in the
car - which is what the round trip to school would have taken me.
I decided to be brutal. Kids have got to understand that
their sluggish behaviour in the morning impacts on them too. So I told him the big one that he'd just
have to go on the tube... by himself...
The thing is, he's come home by
tube loads of times, but this was the first time he’d had to go in the opposite
direction. The bus stops are in a
different place… he had to cross three big roads and I could see he felt very
nervous…
I took him to the tube station,
where the unusually kind lady from London Underground let me take him down to
the platform. But there were
delays and it was almost 20 minutes before the tube arrived.
Finally, I got back home to the
little one, who had perked up quite significantly since he knew he wasn’t going
to school. At this point I
realized it just wasn’t going to be a good day.
My great friend Julian had
taken custody of a new dog the day before, so there was no way he could look
after little one for four hours, whilst I went to an interview.
I felt the Karma – and decided
to phone and re-schedule the very important meeting with the ex-client.
No sooner had I hung up, than I
heard the sound of running water.
It transpired that ‘little
one’, who is particularly fond of a bath, had forgotten he’d turned the taps on
and flooded the bathroom. Water
was streaming through the light fixture to the hall floor below.
Four towels, two bathmats, two
buckets and a load of sponges later, the water finally subsided.
And as I fantasized about being
back in bed, duvet hiding me from the world, I got am email from a friend. It was a response to my outlining my
dreadful day.
It simply read:
“Ah, well! At least you’ve got something for your
blog. And look on the bright
side. You’ve still got a fab
arse!!!”
As stressed as I was, it was
the best tonic ever.
No one has died… it was just a
shit day to write off as ‘Never Should Have Happened”!
And tomorrow WILL be better!
You, my friend, always manage to make lemonade. Impressive. Though I won't comment on your arse.
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