Oh well this is going to teach me for being all sodding smug about Breakfast isn't it.
To make matters worse I had, in a fit of organisation, saved a little list of things to post about. Breakfast photos, it said, raiding kids piggy banks, rave about how awesome first night of lectures was.
sigh.
Well, breakfast was an un-mitigated disaster. I didn't take photos, no, I was too busy trying to persuade Miss 4 to eat something, anything. She toyed with four blueberries for forty minutes and then, after my patience had well and truly run out, did a back-flip (not literally) and scoffed crumpets and honey. To say that when I departed for school I was just slightly frazzled would be a gross understatement.
And yes, I did raid the kids piggy banks. Hubby's work has deferred and deferred again on his pay. The sum we were supposed to receive on Friday when we ran out of cash, had still not appeared on Wednesday morning despite myriad promises. Both cars were out of petrol and I knew I wouldn't get to school and back after driving around with the empty light on for four days. So I scraped together $10 from the kids piggy banks thinking I'd get that much petrol when I got to school.
Had a busy and productive morning with a few school related social things and then ended up in Hornsby Westfield with an hour to spare before the afternoon school run. After a year of unemployment , you can imagine the parlous state of our credit card. Still I decided to tentatively try it out in Coles so that I could feed the children tonight and was rather chuffed when it actually worked. HURRAY. Funds. So, I lavishly spent my $10 of shrapnel on some Sushi and a drink and then beetled off to the petrol station and filled up the car.
Phew. All was going okay.
Until the credit card was declined at the petrol station.
There followed the most humiliating twenty minutes of my life. And now I must be at that petrol station by 8am tomorrow morning or my name will be handed to the police.
Naturally I will be there waving cash and continuing to grovel and apologise and offer to exchange my second-born child, as hubby's pay FINALLY went into our account about twenty minutes ago. YAY, looking forward to that happy experience.
Then I arrived at school, fifteen minutes late, parked in the wrong place and was gently given a list of Miss 4's transgressions for the day. These included hitting a teacher for the second day running, kicking the door of her sisters class room and literally running amok to the extent that her teacher had to find a substitute to mind her class whilst she dealt with the situation.
Great.
So, a felon AND worst parent on earth. Wonderful.
Well things couldn't get worse than that? Could they?
When I got home we only had three chickens. One of the Australorps has gone. I'm presuming she either got taken by a bird of prey or flew over the fence and got eaten by next doors Kelpie - who savages possums whenever the poor things set a toe-nail in her yard.
Then I rang my mother and cried.
10 people love me:
Wow,
That really does sound like a seriously crummy day. Best wishes for tomorrow.
Kind Regards
Belinda
All I can say is I hope tomorrow is much better for you.
Oh dear, what a bummer. I think you should start a newspaper column - you could write all this hilarious stuff and get paid for it.
Oh my goodness - you poor thing!!! I can imagine your total humilation at both episodes.
Hugs!!!!
Yep, that there is a shitty day. I have been in the same boat (car???) at the servo and feel your pain - I've also had to put groceries back at the checkout when my adding skills failed me and I didn't have enough money to pay. Love unemployment. I would love to be of more good to you, but the only thing I'm good for is a wine in your honour, so cheers! :o)
Keep this day as a chapter in your novel, then it has some worth. All the best, anyway, hope tomorrow is better.
You definitely should win the "Worst Day Ever" award.
Ya poor bugga! XX I remember having to pay for the cheapest mince in a butchers shop in coppers, 1p's and 2p's (UK money)it seemed to take forever to count out, it didn't help that a long line of seething grannies behind me tutting! That'll teach me for buying meat on pension day!
poor Caitlyn. I reckon that qualifies as a shit day.
big hugs and if you were closer I would bring over a bottle of homemade wine which we could drink quickly but steadily until everything seemed much better.
Thanks everyone for commiserating and saying nice things. Its much appreciated and I really needed it. Generally I can see the funny side of days like that, and no doubt in a week or so I shall, but yesterday it just wiped me out.
Today (which is yesterdays tomorrow - er I think) has been a million times better. Well so far. Still have to pick the kids up :). Petrol station has been duly paid, kids bustled off to school by hubby and therefore not my problem, and plans are underway to add two more chooks to the flock asap.
I've been busy in the kitchen which I always find really healing - I've made soap, butter, muffins, bread and yoghurt - all of which means I can put my feet up over the weekend and get some uni work done. :) So yeah. Equilbrium reestablished, kind of.
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