Vlog not blog today…
Vlog not blog today…
Actually, the one thing I do remember was driving all over the countryside to deposit a cheque into an ATM. We were doing grocery shopping at shopping centre 1 (4kms from home). They have 2 ATMs for our bank: 1 was out of order and the other doesn’t take deposits. So we drove to shopping centre 2 (a further 2kms east). That ATM has been removed…despite the bank website saying there is a suitable ATM there. So then we up and off to shopping centre 3 (12kms back to the west and passing within 200m of our house as we went). Success.
(still backdating on account of busyness)
The madness of the week continued today with yet another day of rushing around from pillar to post.
Mum spent last night in hospital after reconstructive surgery on her hand which was not done until very late in the day.
My day was to kick off with another funeral so that meant, yet again, I could not go and be with my mum when she needed me. Fortunately, a friend of ours who has a daughter a little younger than Snugglepot was able to come over with said little one and be in loco parentis. Shortly after the funeral I got word that Mum should be cleared for discharge soon. “Soon”…whatever that means. I eventually drove the hour to the hospital to get her, navigating roads that have changed dramatically since I last drove them. I picked her up and drove as smoothly as I could (because of her nausea) in what could have been described as early peak hour traffic. Finally home, I then virtually had to turn around and head back out!
Snugglepot was given the treat of a late night while I went out to a meeting/music practice and Daddy was working late. She was also under strict instructions to be a gentle nurse to her grandmother…which she was.
Given the lateness of the homecoming and how tired we all were, we decided to get a takeaway for dinner. I went home via the chosen fast-food chain and upon leaving heard a disconcerting sound as I drove. Thoomp……thoomp…thoomp..thoomp..thoomp thoomp thoomp. A flat tire. Late at night. In the rain.
Please tell me this week is over.
Today was the day from hell…but it was not without its positives.
Disclaimer 1: I’m backdating this because of the hellish level of busyness.
Disclaimer 2: I started writing this but realised it was way too negative and not reflective of how I actually felt on the day.
Mum had to go to hospital for an operation. I couldn’t take her or go and wait with her or even visit her afterwards because I had a funeral from late morning to early afternoon, a meeting in the late afternoon and a function in the evening! I had expected the day to be utterly horrid and planned out everything to mitigate the yucky bits.
My planning was so effective that I actually sailed through it all. The worst part…and the only bit I was powerless to do anything about…was that I could not be with my Mum to support her.
The final event of the day was the 50th anniversary of our local historical society, of which I am an active member. I was pleased to see people from almost every part of my life. Naturally, other members of the society but also church friends and even former work colleagues. There were people there who I have known for most of my life and others I’ve only recently met but with whom I share an interest in documenting our local history.
After a day of running around and not really having time to feel my feet touch the ground it was strangely comforting to find peace through connecting with others at a lively social function.
This week has been busy beyond belief.
Between funerals (i.e. work) and various appointments and commitments, I don’t know whether I’m coming or going. I do know that I need my sleep and it’s getting late.
It’s goodnight from me.
I once declared Tuesdays to be Chuck Tuesday. This was because I don’t really like Tuesdays and I’d be quite happy to chuck them out. I compromised and cheered my Tuesdays up by posting Chuck Norris jokes and pics.
So today’s reason for chucking it all? Well, my to do list was so darned long and I didn’t think I’d have the energy or the inspiration to get through it all. As it happened, I got through loads more than I thought I would. However, I was derailed fairly comprehensively in the middle of the day when my little person decided to assert her position in the world. The ensuing earthquake of angsty toddler was surely felt all over the globe!
She ran out of steam and I was able to return to what I consider to be one of the worst jobs of all time: updating my resume. Honestly, give me a day of pooey nappies over 10 minutes of working on my resume. Bear in mind my first career was as a recruitment consultant! I used to see client after client needing help with their resumes and job applications. I was a whiz at giving advice and securing employment for my people. I could really use the me from 20 years ago sitting by my side today.
I think I’ll call it a day and tackle this with a renewed sense of purpose on a day that isn’t a Tuesday.