What an inviting heading that is, I am sure to have swarms of people clicking over to hear me complain. But you know what? This week has been full on. Bear (bare?) with me while I whinge. No I don't have a pretty picture for you, go look at the manic picture of me in my profile. Am I smiling or gritting my teeth? You decide.
I will spare you the sob story of doing a shit load of laundry & cleaning the house like a freak while coping with the moon time from hell. Too much? OK, I will lighten up a bit.
Wednesday morning saw me accompanying The Gentleman & his class to the beach for a discovery excursion. The wind was fricken freezing & one of my little group was constantly doing a runner. The Gentleman loves the life aquatic, he cannot wait to get to high school & study marine biology so he can learn how to scuba dive, get his boat licence & go to the Great Barrier Reef for a weeks excursion. Perhaps they will let me be a parent volunteer then?
I raced home in time to race off to pick up Monkey boy early from daycare so we could race back to school & then go to the birthday party of the BC Brother's friend. The boys had a ball & everyone commented on how nicely our children all played together, considering the disparity in ages & the amount of children insisting on cramming into a jumping castle at once. Peer pressure made us all drink a few glasses of red wine so maybe it was the piss talking? Anyway there was no blood.
Thursday I did the Mega Grocery Shop Of All Time, while dodging old people*. (mental note: do not schedule grocery shopping on the day they pay the pension) Mr BC came to pick me up from the supermarket & I looked at our little Charade & realised that the bag laden trolley was actually bigger than the car. Logistics really does run in Mr BCs veins though, because he made it all fit in. Well done Darling!
Why the Charade? Our other car is still 'being fixed'. There has been much fuckery going on with our insurance, the panel beater & the mechanic which has resulted in a lot of poor communication & no actual fixing going on. Originally it was going to take a week tops, but it has been about a month, & the latest story was that the car would be ready next Monday. Why did Mr BC need to collect me like a chauffeur? Because I cannot drive a stupid manual, so shut up!
After this we went to pick up The Gentleman & the teacher had an impromptu chat with me, that resulted in another chat the following day where she apologised & we both shed a few tears. Gentleman, you need to learn to focus. That is all.
Crying was a running theme today, I spent the morning blubbering like I had menopause*, taking Monkey boy to the Paediatric Dental Specialist because he has 12 cavities. Which will require him to be put under a general anaesthetic for 2 hours so he can have 1 extraction, 11 fillings, 7 crowns & a spacer, at a cost of roughly $6000. It's not the money, & I know he won't be in too much discomfort. The cavities are the result of deep fissures/grooves in his teeth coupled with poor enamel, & if we don't fix them now he could end up with abscesses. We can't just pull the teeth because it would impact on his speech development & his second teeth need something to follow on. I just know what it is to grow up with crap teeth, my tears are for the teasing he will probably endure with a mouth like Jaws out of James Bond. Poor Darling, he is only 3.
So today finished with me joining my Gunt Club Sistah & her lovely neighbours for a few bottles of wine on the front steps. This sounds waaaay trashier than it actually was, & it was exactly what I needed. Thanks Ladies!
Tomorrow it is another day of errands, hopefully some gardening, some furniture projects. Sunday I am really looking forward to lunch with my new friends from Hello Blogger Events, & frankly, this is my reward for a stressful week!
I would like to be more positive, but this is my blog fuckit, not performance management!
(OK I will try harder in future)
* I am not ageist, I promise. I just need more sleep.
xx
Labels: Chaos notes, family