And then other days? The stars align, but not in a good way. Just the right amount of a shitty nights sleep. Some pre menstrual tension thrown in. Cranky, overtired kids, no carbs in your system, and BANG! You have yourself a perfectly shitty day.
Come! Pull up a pew, and have a listen to my day. Thursday 15th November 2012. It wasn’t particularly bad I suppose. Nothing really bad happened. In fact, it was probably just annoying, but that’s going to get in the way of a good story, so humour me if you will.
Last night Harper woke every 45 mins or thereabouts. She has a weird viral thing going on which is kind of like a cold, but not really, with some conjunctivitis thrown in for good measure. Irritability. An inability to fall into a deep sleep at night. And my old friend, the cough vomit. Good times people, good times. She had slept badly for 4 nights and last night I couldn’t cope anymore. I am dramatic and not patient. It’s a wonder I have a husband at all. I snapped at 12.43am, kicked Rob out of bed and ordered her to sleep next to me so I could pat and console from a semi comfortable position. Needless to say I was a little, shall we say, cranky when I was awoken at 5.15am.
I think I am also about to get my period.
I have also not eaten any bread since Sunday.
My day started like any other but was shortly shat on when I received an email about a work related thingy that I have been working very hard on for months now. I was hugely frustrated and today instead of just dusting myself off and moving on, I cried. And screamed at the kids. And generally went into dramatic overdrive of DRAMA. It wasn’t pretty.
We headed to School, and then to swimming with Harper. Harper LOVES swimming. Until she has to get into the pool. Today she REALLY hated getting in the pool. So I lied to her and said it would be fun and quickly dumped her with the teacher so I could go behind the door and cry some more and wave and smile and remind her what fun she was having. She actually did, eventually, have fun. Told you so!
We got home and I made lunch for us all. I fought Harper about whether she would wear a pull up for a rest so she wouldn’t wet the couch, she wasn’t interested. Funnily enough, neither was I! I then eventually placated her with Dora, the couch and sat down for my day of work. And then? We had a black out! FOR 5.5 HOURS! I did manage to get some writing down, so it wasn’t ALL bad. I SUPPOSE. If I wasn’t trying to be so dramatic. HOWEVER! There was just enough power to make my dishwasher think that it was turning back on so it beeped at me. On and off and on and off for 5.5 HOURS. Over and over! And over and over! Just like that! OVER AND OVER! I even took a quick video.
Then I had to go and set up our local hall for the Annual Bridge Day that is on tomorrow. BRIDGE DAY. That took an hour. I raced to School pick up and grabbed Daise and one of her friends for a play date. I don’t usually do play dates in the afternoon, namely because Daisy is EXHAUSTED and they end in tears. This afternoon was a GREAT reminder why I haven’t done them. Daisy performed the most extraordinarily large tantrum that was so bad, I cannot even go into it.
We eventually calmed her down and the play date went on. Harper got bored and hungry (again, just for something different) and asked me 12,456 times WHILE I was cooking dinner, if she cook have an ice cream. I said no, patiently and kindly 56 times and then a little crankily a further 12,399 times and then? Well I snapped of course! And I grabbed those fucking ice creams out of the fucking freezer and I threw the entire fucking packet in the fucking otto bin. Just so she couldn’t ask me about the fucking ice creams anymore because we didn’t FUCKING HAVE ANY SEE?
She got the picture.
Eye contact to me by everyone was then avoided. Dinner was eaten. I think the girls ate the loudest they have ever eaten with their mouths open, but I sucked it up. Got them to bed. Poured a VERY large glass of wine and now I am heading to bed so this day can be gone forever.
Have you had a better day? I hope so!