Blue Tuesday
Ever have one of those days, when you wished you had stayed in bed? Sometimes I feel I am having one of those lives...
Don't get me wrong - I am usually a little ray of sunshine, the optimistic one who drives the office mad with my glass-half-full philosophy... But sometimes, on a rare occasion, I have a blue day.
And today is one of those days.
It all started when husband mentioned to me, as I was barely conscious this morning that the roofers were coming to fix our leaking roof – at 8am.
Which, I suppose for normal people would be quite reasonable. But for me, who slouches off to the kids’ school just after 7am, dropping them off with my hair messily tied up, and if I’m lucky, a jersey covering my pj’s – 8am is not enough time for me to be dressed and ready to receive people with a smile on my face.
So, the time was changed to 8.30, more manageable as this is the time I generally leave for work. Perfect, I thought, as I rummaged around the dining room looking for my missing house keys, before belatedly realising that they are still safely tucked away in the cubby hole of husband’s car, where I casually tossed them last night. This would be fine, if it weren’t for the fact that husband’s car is now parked at husband’s work….
Luckily, I have been left an old, somewhat erratic gate remote to give to the roofers, and I have a spare security gate key, so I am sorted… I think.
I manhandle the kids out of the house, lift the latch of the front door securing it so that I am not locked out of the house, and lock the security gate. We are already ten minutes later than usual. A clippity-clopping sound of my four-year-old makes me turn - and yelp. She is wearing a pair of pink plastic high heels with stripy stockings and a skirt. Barely holding what’s left of my dignity together, I reopen the security gate, and frog-march her inside as the six-year-old, who is minutes away from being locked out of the school gate and needing a late slip, sniggers loudly behind me.
What ensues in a rather loud mother-daughter discussion which results in a bit of a tussle. A temper tantrum later (mine) and a few tears (hers) and we have a pair of mini Ugg boots firmly in place.
Ten minutes later and we are safely on route to school, getting the 6-year-old into the gate just in the nick of time, as the prefect slowly starts getting out his notepad, and licks the top of his pencil.
The 4-year-old, now perfectly content skips into school with the words: “Thank you mommy, I look like Barbie today.”
I waste another five minutes wacking the life out of the remote, trying to get the gate open again, before quickly rushing around the house washing dishes, making beds and generally tidying.
Slipping into the bath just after 8am, shampoo and water dripping onto my shoulders, the gate bell rings…
Now standing, with just a towel between me and modesty, I attempt to grit out a conversation with the roofers (yes, the ones who were due to arrive at 8.30…) I quickly dress in the first clothes I find, and with bedraggled hair and no make-up stagger out the front door, with handbag and work bag falling off my shoulder and lock up, only to find one of the roofers, with a plug point in hand asking: “Can you plug this in for us?”
“Erm” is my response. I try to find the most succinct version possible, to explain without sounding completely like a floozy, that I am now locked out of my home, and cannot get back in…
The roofers look at me nonplussed as I reverse out of my driveway, narrowly missing the truck parked in the road…
And, it’s only 8.20am….
Essential oils to my rescue – Geranium, with its strong floral scent is not only good for anxiety, but lifts your spirits, Lavender is an awesome de-stressor, while lemon both relaxes and boosts your mood. Chamomile and Ylang Ylang both ease frustration and calms when irritable, and Rosemary relieves muscle tension. A few well-chosen drops on a tissue, breathe deeply. A quick dap onto my pulse points, massaged into my wrists and sides of my forehead, and I am ready for whatever more the day has planned for me…
What blue Tuesday, I say?
Don't get me wrong - I am usually a little ray of sunshine, the optimistic one who drives the office mad with my glass-half-full philosophy... But sometimes, on a rare occasion, I have a blue day.
And today is one of those days.
It all started when husband mentioned to me, as I was barely conscious this morning that the roofers were coming to fix our leaking roof – at 8am.
Which, I suppose for normal people would be quite reasonable. But for me, who slouches off to the kids’ school just after 7am, dropping them off with my hair messily tied up, and if I’m lucky, a jersey covering my pj’s – 8am is not enough time for me to be dressed and ready to receive people with a smile on my face.
So, the time was changed to 8.30, more manageable as this is the time I generally leave for work. Perfect, I thought, as I rummaged around the dining room looking for my missing house keys, before belatedly realising that they are still safely tucked away in the cubby hole of husband’s car, where I casually tossed them last night. This would be fine, if it weren’t for the fact that husband’s car is now parked at husband’s work….
Luckily, I have been left an old, somewhat erratic gate remote to give to the roofers, and I have a spare security gate key, so I am sorted… I think.
I manhandle the kids out of the house, lift the latch of the front door securing it so that I am not locked out of the house, and lock the security gate. We are already ten minutes later than usual. A clippity-clopping sound of my four-year-old makes me turn - and yelp. She is wearing a pair of pink plastic high heels with stripy stockings and a skirt. Barely holding what’s left of my dignity together, I reopen the security gate, and frog-march her inside as the six-year-old, who is minutes away from being locked out of the school gate and needing a late slip, sniggers loudly behind me.
What ensues in a rather loud mother-daughter discussion which results in a bit of a tussle. A temper tantrum later (mine) and a few tears (hers) and we have a pair of mini Ugg boots firmly in place.
Ten minutes later and we are safely on route to school, getting the 6-year-old into the gate just in the nick of time, as the prefect slowly starts getting out his notepad, and licks the top of his pencil.
The 4-year-old, now perfectly content skips into school with the words: “Thank you mommy, I look like Barbie today.”
I waste another five minutes wacking the life out of the remote, trying to get the gate open again, before quickly rushing around the house washing dishes, making beds and generally tidying.
Slipping into the bath just after 8am, shampoo and water dripping onto my shoulders, the gate bell rings…
Now standing, with just a towel between me and modesty, I attempt to grit out a conversation with the roofers (yes, the ones who were due to arrive at 8.30…) I quickly dress in the first clothes I find, and with bedraggled hair and no make-up stagger out the front door, with handbag and work bag falling off my shoulder and lock up, only to find one of the roofers, with a plug point in hand asking: “Can you plug this in for us?”
“Erm” is my response. I try to find the most succinct version possible, to explain without sounding completely like a floozy, that I am now locked out of my home, and cannot get back in…
The roofers look at me nonplussed as I reverse out of my driveway, narrowly missing the truck parked in the road…
And, it’s only 8.20am….
Essential oils to my rescue – Geranium, with its strong floral scent is not only good for anxiety, but lifts your spirits, Lavender is an awesome de-stressor, while lemon both relaxes and boosts your mood. Chamomile and Ylang Ylang both ease frustration and calms when irritable, and Rosemary relieves muscle tension. A few well-chosen drops on a tissue, breathe deeply. A quick dap onto my pulse points, massaged into my wrists and sides of my forehead, and I am ready for whatever more the day has planned for me…
What blue Tuesday, I say?
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