Monday, 12 November 2007

Toooo busy

Stressy stressy stressy. If I had a swear box, it would be bulging with coins by now.

Nothing is going to plan and my brain has fragmented.

This morning there was 'signals failure' at some unspecified location and the trains were late. Delays on the Northern line meant taking the Bakerloo instead. A cancelled lecture due to staff illness meant an unexpected visit to the library. A broken rail in Wimbledon meant getting home late which meant a trip to the supermarket after school pick-up which meant no lunch until 4.40. A timely reminder from the only son that it's parents' evening tonight meant the rather rushed production of something resembling a children's supper.

Back home again, a quick look at the calendar revealed a forgotten and therefore shocking entry: ''alternative therapy workshop" for tomorrow, which means I'll have to cancel my pre-arranged Homestart volunteer visit at 10 and postpone a much-needed mega-shop at Tescos.... again. At which point, Chloe suddenly announces she has an Inset day on Friday when I have to go to London again to see my supervisor - which means I'll either have to rearrange that or find someone for her to perch with. Then, again prompted by my 'on top of it' son, I realise that the date on his 'movie night' ticket says 16th and not 26th as I had previously myopically surmised, which means that we will not be able to travel to the in-laws in Wiltshire as planned until the movie is over. This has been broken to the husband who is not best pleased.

I don't care what anyone says about middle-class drinking at home or about alcohol induced cancers - I'm going to pour myself a HUGE glass of wine.

9 comments:

Mid-lifer said...

Now 3/4 of the way through the aforementioned glass, and I've mellowed a bit.

Apologies to all for posting another strung-out, world-collapsing-around-me-and-everything going-wrong post so soon after the last. But they do say alcohol makes you repeat yourself!

belle said...

Blimey, mid-lifer, no need to appologise for that large glass! Budge over a bit on the sofa and pour me one out would you? I've got my hands full with the bottle I've brought ... So glad you're posting again - look on it as therapy :o)

Swearing Mother said...

Make that two, I'm knackered just reading about your day. Don't apologist, if you can't tell us lot about a day like that, who can you?

Lovely to read you again and ta for visiting my blog.

Mid-lifer said...

OK, so now I'm intrigued: google ads have just come up with 'real help for real people' (as opposed to fake help for unreal people??) plus: 'Dating with parents' (what the??) where did that come from? and what on earth does it mean? scary.

Thanks Belle and swearing mother, I've now downed the best part of a bottle and can barely type. Just read an email from my supervisor saying that he can't make our meeting on Friday, so it's not all hassle and doom!

travelling, but not in love said...

You've worn me out too.

I spent most of yesterday bimbling around airports and sitting on a plane being fed and watered, I was knackered by the time I got home...

Dee said...

I can't stand the Bakerloo Line. It's always so HOT in there. I've been told it's because it runs very deep under the ground, compared to other lines.

I'm so glad I don't have to take the tube every day. Those commuters have my full sympathy.

You really are a busy bee! Poor thing. Hope you get everything organized and remember to b r e a t h e.

Tina said...

It has taken me days to read this, what with one thing and another, but you've done the right thing. Have another glass. depending on the day, you might find a newspaper article telling you it's good for you.

That's my reasoning, anyway.

Cheers!

travelling, but not in love said...

now, I'm blaming swearing mother for this, but Mid-Lifer, you are officially tagged for 'crazy eights' on my blog.

I want to see what wicked things that ex-punk mind of yours comes up with....

Suzy said...

I'll have a drink with you....

Suzy