Oooooh, I had a right day of it yesterday! Talk about up and down like a rollercoaster! 🎢
I’d gone to bed the previous night in a bit of an anxious state – huffing and puffing and all that! I’d woken up not much better!
The kids were at their Grandads for the day and getting ready was a tad more traumatic than normal. There seemed to be more distress with the hairbrushing than usual which included Ellie throwing herself on the floor and a couple shouts of “I hate you!”. I blocked it all out and kept calm – feeling pretty proud of myself!
However, the commute to work gave me thinking time and by the time I got into work I was feeling a little broken.
I could only describe how I felt to my colleagues was like a broken vase that had been stuck back together but the water was starting to seep through the cracks.
A few coffees later and a natter and I started to feel a lot better until… My dad phones… “We have a little problem”.
Turned out that today would ‘The’ day that Ellie would receive her pass into womanhood! Bloody wonderful! (excuse the pun!). The one day in the last week that I’m working at the office and it decides to happen!
I talked through what Dad needed to get at our house and spoke with Ellie – thankfully we’d already had a little practice run. I must say, she was really very sensible about it all and held it together.
I toyed with whether I should go home and be with her and there was a little debate for both options – but I figured that as she was dealing with it and ‘things’ didn’t seem to be too bad my decision was to stay in work. I didn’t want to set a presidence that I would come running when this happened. I’d also started to feel a little more sane being in the company of adults and I frankly wasn’t ready to go home after just an hour!!
With my brain now a little frazzled after all of that, I then made a big decision. I’d been thinking about enrolling on a six month intensive course in Social Media Management with DigitalMums. I’d had the telephone consultation- now I just needed to apply! In my lunch hour, that is what I did… and got accepted! Holy shit! My friends and hubby had said to go for it so I figured why not! It will help me in doing this little blog, my job as a Personal Assistant is going more in the social media direction so it will help there… and with any luck, I might be good at it!
I felt buzzing… and scared… but mainly buzzing! My wonderful colleague had also picked me up a bottle of wine to cheer me up… the day really was getting better!
By the time I collected the kids at teatime, my dad looked a little run-ragged as they’d been arguing all afternoon, so it was a good job I’d taken annual leave for the rest of the week!
Usual mayhem ensued at home, with most sentences starting with “can I have”, even though they’d probably cleared the cupboards at my dad’s house!
Finally, to finish the day we decided to meet with our friends and take our dogs for a walk over the park. Both dogs are under a year old so both are equally crazy and love to run. However, since our little dog ‘Dusty’ (named after Dusty Springfield) decided to run off and cross the main road we live on, my son has been a nervous wreck with letting her off the lead. However after a few weeks of extra ‘recall training’ and being off the lead with just me, I felt confident that she would be fine – especially with her friend Maggie to run around with!
WRONG!!
For five minutes or so, all was fine, but the more the dogs ran around, the more anxious George got screaming at Dusty in a high pitched voice and panicking that she wouldn’t come back. He was right to panic!
The dog sat at the edge of the park for what felt like minutes with the five of us all screaming her name and attempting to tempt her back. However, she decided that she’d had enough and scarpered!! Que hysterical kids!!
They stayed with my friend while I looked for her along with my friends daughter. Nowhere to be seen. Shit! Now I’m starting to panic! After running up and down the park for what felt like forever, I hear a shout from our front garden. My friend’s daughter had found her sat at the front door!! Thank god! I felt so relieved considering she would’ve crossed the main road again and I wondered if she sat and waited like I taught her?!
Back to the kids and they’re now both hysterical, especially George who now claims he will never go out with the dog again 😬! To say the kids were over-tired is an understatement! George couldn’t control his emotions and couldn’t stop crying! I now couldn’t wait to get them home, into bed, and reward myself for getting through that drama with a glass of something yummy! 🍷🍸
And that is exactly what I did… and guess who popped round later to join me? My poor run-ragged Dad!! 😊
Until next time,
Love and hugs.
Tales of a Mother's Daughter 