On the Brink

Sebastian has lost his games kit. That's all the clothes he wears to play rugby, football (aka soccer), etc It appears that last week with the blizzard they didn't play any games. We thought the kit came home but it isn't in my car, daddy's car or anywhere in the house or garage. So unless it is in the school (which he assures me it is not and yes, I know that has its own fallibility issues) or in someone else's car it is gone. And I will not be spending a small fortune to replace it. My son will just have to sit on the sidelines and learn the consequences of not taking care of his kit. The school called at 5 pm and Sebastian has finished his homework early (since he couldn't play games without his games kit) and they need me to pick him up early. Nope, he will sit and read a book until his father comes to get him.

The tenants of our rental moved out in late January and we had made arrangements to get the place repainted and the carpets replaced. But the letting agency had found some people who were willing (for a small reduction in rent) to take it as it was. Now 3 weeks later and 2 weeks before they are due to move in, they have decided they want the carpet replaced and it painted. OMG, are you kidding me? Do they not understand As Is?

My daughter worked very hard over the weekend on her homework. She has learned a whole bunch of new words and drew a lovely picture to go with her new phonic sound. but in the chaos that must have been my husband trying to get the children off to school without a games bag, her poor little book bag got left behind and her teacher didn't get to see the fruits of her labour. she is still pouting.

It is pouring rain. It is cold. There is a prediction for more snow. Our pipes to the toilet upstairs cracked in the freezeout of last week. The plumber was due to be here on Friday of last week. He was due here tonight. He hasn't shown up and hasn't rang. We have been without a toilet on the first floor for 6 days. The children are having to come up or down to use a toilet. this is not good in the middle of the night!

Our piano tuner cancelled the appointment. Twice. and now I need to call and reschedule. Yeah, like I've got all the time in the world to be rescheduling because they don't know how a calendar operates.

The school diary says there is an informal concert tonight but I know nothing about this.

We have no more fire wood. It was meant to last the whole winter but because it has been so blooming cold we have used it all up.

I have no idea what I am going to make for dinner. Pay Day is still 4 days away so we will probably be having Cheerios for dinner.

Don't even get me started on work.

I am on the brink of a nervous breakdown.

One Thing After Another

This morning was the first full day of school holidays and we didn't get off to a very good start.

Sebastian woke up complaining of excrutiating pain n his neck. He had obviously slept in a position which created a sever crick in his neck. He couldn't walk. He couldn't even get himself positioned properly to do a wee.

We gave him some children's ibuprofen and put a wheat sock warmed up in the microwave around his neck. He was clearly in no shape to go out especially since we couldn't even get him dressed.

So I took Abigail to the child minders. Because we were behind schedule and the child minder's children are still in school she wasn't there and we had to wait for her to get home.

By the time I got to work there were no parking spaces left and I had to park offsite and wait for the mini bus.

I had missed a meeting due to my late arrival and spent the rest of the day struggling to catch up. I stayed behind schedule, never did catch up, had to rescheudle a meeting for after my return and left the office in a bit of a rush to pick up Abigail and swap Sebastian from Marc to me so Marc could get some work done.

When we got home I realised that I had forgotten to pick up a package at the post office so off we went again. I drove into Windsor and tried to park behind the post office. A man there said no parking. I explained that I had a sick child and couldn't leave him in the car far from where I was. He was rude, told me he didn't care and just walked away.

I tried to park close by, got out of the car and ran into the office. After waiting in the queue they informed me that I had to queue in the main office around the front. I couldn't leave the children in the car that long and I burst into tears.

A very nice women seeing how distressed I was then volunteered to stand by my car and watch the children whilst I ran in. When I got into the post office the queue was out the door and down the road.

That was enough for me. I decided to call it a day.

I headed back to the car, thanked the lady who had shown me some kindness and the grace and patience to sit with my children, and went home.

I will just pick up the package tomorrow. Because I am now on holiday!

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I'm grumpy. I'm exhausted. I'm stressed.

I vomited at the Leisure Centre whilst waiting for Abigail to finish her ballet lesson.

I'm humiliated. I'm embarrassed. I want to crawl under a rock and die.

I am going to go eat Reese's PB Cups and watch junk TV before I go to book group.

Go read another blog.