Crazy day

So here is the thing, I think today has been one of my worse. Selfishly, just for me. That sounds so bad. Jase has had a tricky couple of days, nasty open ‘oooo Dad I can see your insides’ days, but today has been the worst for me. Small boy and I spent the weekend packing for his week away with school, he has been SO excited. Cut to hail laiden sky, the bus arriving and him falling in the mud before getting on the bus, these little things we have learned, are the ones which send you over the edge. So there is we, me and my boy, weeping and trying to find trousers from his so neatly packed bag in the council toilets, him ” I wanna go but I can’t bear to leave Dad so poorly and you so you” and my trying to joke about not making me cry (ha ha), and having to post him in the bus all teary and red eyed and embarressed. Cut to ten minutes later when I am talking to a friend whose elderly and demented Mother is facing major surgery she is unlikely to survive, and then to me rushing to get a coffee machine to a service (?) via the pet shop and the chemist because Teengirl needs shampoo and fish food (she has no fish as far as I knew, but who knew, she acquired some at break!) F**king hell!!! Back home to find Jase making coffee for someone who had come to see how he was but  actually spent two HOURS telling  how awful his own life was, unbelievable. I sat in the front room gently weeping.  Crazy day. We knew we would have them, just weren’t expecting so many in the course of four hours!!! 

So, predictably, Teengirl breezed back home and lifted my spirits like a glass of Sancerre on a sunny day by the sea, laughed at my pain, grounded my fury, and all was well in Robinson Towers again. 

I am so lucky, crazy day, night all xx

Oh PS we have a date for next meeting, 16 March, gonna have to put that in a box till then xx