Life’s a journey.
You never stop learning new things.
Well, I don’t.
For example, this week alone I have learned that:
- If you put a bra in the tumble drier the wire might come out and you might only realise that when the expensive repair engineer pulls it out of the back of your (broken) machine and holds it in front of you while lecturing you about ALWAYS putting bras into a pillow case before putting them into the washer or drier.
- The day you send someone an email after months of dithering, FINALLY telling them how you feel about something is the day you’ll type the wrong email address into Outlook.
- If you ask your child to fetch something from the car in the evening, there’s a good chance she won’t close the car door properly and the car battery will run down.
- If you get the mechanic to move the car to your own garage where you can plug it into your own charger, you may in fact find the fuse has blown on your charger. And it won’t work.
- If you celebrate like a giddy schoolgirl because there’s a spare fuse in the back of the charger, THAT is the day you will promptly drop the new fuse into the car engine, where it will be lost for all time.
- Letting your child do her homework in the car on the way to school – once your car is finally fixed – is frowned upon in certain circles.
- If you do the school run wearing a slightly crumpled hoody and a pair of cropped tracksuit trousers in anticipation of going to the gym (I’m lying, obviously – I just dressed like a slob today) then THAT is the day your child will realise halfway to school that she’s got someone else’s school bag, and you’ll have to go into the office to resolve the issue. The office where all the staff are having an early morning coffee. This will not be the highlight of your day.
Is it Friday yet?
Feeling it, Sally, feeling it. Modern life is seemingly at odds with my skillset, and I’m reassured that I am not alone. I hope things improve…
I like your phrasing: “Modern life is at odds with my skillset.” I need that on a t-shirt.
It’s okay the day after tomorrow is Friday and all will be well.
Thank goodness.
This blog is similar to one I’ve got a blog drafted in my head. It’s something like “What a day should look like” with times and who is doing what. And then “what a day really looks like”. With times and who is not doing what they should be.
W told his teacher this morning that I don’t listen to him read, other than in the car on the way to school. Not true – I listen to him read his school books at home, and in the car he has the books he likes, that he “reads” to be whenever we’re in it together.
Gotta love ’em.
Oh, the selective memory of children. Always a joy. Flea said to me recently, “Oh Mummy, how I wish we could spend a whole weekend together.” Yeah. Cos that never happens.
I’m just going to go with “Tomorrow is a new day”.
xxx
It’s comforting because it’s true.
Blimey what a week and it’s only Wednesday! Love how you tell ’em but feeling for you – especially on the email thing (been caught out before, too many times!)
It’s always on the worst possible emails too, isn’t it? Cringe.
When I have these times I keep repeating ‘this too shall pass’ until I slip into a near coma.
Haha. Where’s my coma? Is it nearly hear? *hopeful face*
I had the same bra wire problem with my washing machine… still I haven’t learnt my lesson I always chuck them in there! Hope your week improves 🙂
Pillowcases, Sonia, pillowcases.
Glad it’s not just me this week…. 😀
No. Humiliation loves company even more than misery.
Oh Sally, I feel for you. I haven’t ruined a dryer yet, but i did ruin the ceramic top of my then brand new oven with aluminum foil. BTW don’t ever use aluminum foil, aluminum or copper bottom pans on an electric ceramic stovetop.
Ouch, that must have hurt a bit!
Oh nooo, that doesn’t sound like a good week. Hope it starts improving for you soon
Thanks Mirka!
You should see the cake I made for Mr. TBaM’s birthday…
Things *I* have learned this week: I can’t make big cakes.
haha. Brilliant.
What a week! Who the hell goes to the bother of washing their bras in a pillowcase?!?
I admit I do let Ben read to me in the car and I have to say it works- I don’t have to force him to sit still (he’s buckled in) or make him concentrate (he’s got all of our attention and loves it)!
I sometimes think the people telling us not to do things are the ones who aren’t actually living in our shoes. Take Supernanny for example, who’s advice I’m currently following on my blog in a desperate bid to get my kids to behave. Some of what she says is sensible but so much is clearly from the perspective of an outsider who just doesn’t really get it….