Twenty four little hours

When the BH arrived home from work yesterday, he found me crying at the sink. At that moment it was because I couldn’t get the damn pots to fit on the drainer without the entire collection collapsing.

I don’t usually cry over the washing up (as let's face it, if I did, I'd never stop!), and as I tried to explain to him, it wasn’t really down to the drainer. My fight with the drainer just happened to be the final straw.

Within one hour yesterday afternoon, I got three pieces of bad news I wasn’t expecting. None of them alone are dramatic or overly horrendous, but it was a horrid hour on my busiest day of the week, and it broke me.

Of course I stopped crying when I saw blood flowing from the BH’s head, but that’s a whole other story, and he wouldn’t thank me for sharing!

One thing that stopped me in my tracks yesterday was the mother I’m avoiding for a get together. I feel bad, as I think I’ve misjudged her. Yet again she suggested tea, and I felt almost joyous being able to say I couldn’t make it (as I have a real commitment that day) but she persisted, and I found myself at a loss to know how to keep putting her off. So I agreed. Then she started talking about her son, and something that had happened which had really upset her. I was shocked, not at what the lad had done (I’ve got two, and I wasn’t hearing anything I haven’t heard before!), but at her reaction. She’s usually so composed and there she was falling apart in front of me. But she saw my surprise, and immediately clammed-up. And so now I feel awful, as I don’t think she would have shared if she didn’t consider me a friend. I’m left feeling obliged to make a bigger effort with her, but have yet to decide if this is a good thing, or bad.

And last night was a busy one, or at least felt like it!

At around midnight, if you could be a fly on our walls, you would have seen me on all fours patting the carpet and moving toys, in search of the lost pee. This was after J came into our bedroom and stood in the doorway looking confused, and blinking at the light. We asked what the matter was, and suggested she go to the toilet. When she said she’d already been, the BH and I exchanged smiles with the ridiculous notion that maybe she is starting to get over her bed-wetting. Unfortunately she then informed us, she couldn’t remember where she’d peed. She was adamant that she hadn’t been into the bathroom, so I checked her bed but that was dry. Then checked everywhere and everything that could possibly be mistaken for a toilet, when in dim light and half asleep. But all to no avail, still haven’t found it. Bet I will.

Then at five this morning, I awoke to a barrage of kicks to my stomach. Oh the joys of small children! Why can’t they sleep straight in a bed?! This time the culprit was S, who apparently woke the BH at four to say she’d wet her bed. Except it was dry, so I should probably be on the look out for two pee patches! And then, against what would have been my judgement, the BH let her come into bed with us.

At the time (5am) I decided to get up and wash the kitchen floor, but I must have closed my eyes, because the next minute the alarm was going and I was struggling to remember what day it was.

I had a moment’s joy! It’s Friday! TF! And it gets better, as my friend and her boys cancelled coming around after school – not usually a cause for celebration as I do like her company, but on this occasion I’m seeing it as a blessing as my house is a tip! And what am I doing about it? Sitting here telling you ;o)

Having said that, today I’m determined to get a grip on things with the bigger picture in view. I’ve cleaned out some bedroom drawers so we can move the linen in there, thus freeing up some cupboard space in the hall for more kitchen stuff, that way my kitchen will be tidier, and I can think about doing some practice cakes! Also spoke with the mom who I’m doing a Christening cake for, and we’re getting together next week to discuss details.

And a friend said I made them smile this morning. Glad they didn’t say laugh, as I might have taken it that I’m a joke. But they said smile, and I like that, made me smile too :o)