That was yesterday. Yesterday was definitely a, if it can go wrong it will, sort of day. Which sucked.
First 13 woke REALLY early and taunted me.
Then we turned up for an appointment with the neurologist to find out we should have been there the day before.
As we marched back along the corridors to the great outdoors, 13 in full whine, Hub looking as stressed as I felt I got to wondering, who was upsetting whom? Where did the tension originate?
Did 13 start it because she didn’t like coming to see the Dr.? After all, we probably could still have been seen, the receptionist couldn’t have been nicer despite my mistake. She encouraged us several times to wait. Yet the whining began almost straight away.
Did it come from me? Feeling badly about getting the date wrong, having Hub take an afternoon off work just to find out it was for the wrong day. After all, an appointment isn’t like just booking leave, we need these half days because there are bound to be many others during the year. There always are.
Did it come from Hub, thinking about all the things he could have been doing instead? Was he thinking I am getting worse at being organised instead of getting better? He wouldn’t be wrong. There’s not much point putting a date in your calendar if you put in the WRONG one.
It reminded me of those early years with unsettled babies, having some helpful soul point out that Mum isn’t helping settle the crying baby because she isn’t relaxed. No, really? How relaxed would you be trying your hardest to placate someone who can’t tell you other than through crying that they are upset. Then the ignominy of the partner, or even a visitor, coming along, picking up the child and them beginning to beam. Well, yes, you are relaxed because you haven’t been doing it all day.
Then you try the, fake it till you make it. Or, fake it till the kid buys it. Pretend to be relaxed, pretend to be at ease, pretend to be asleep (see the first link above).
But the years pass and the experience is there and you bring that with you.
Sometimes it is good. Second babies aren’t as hard. Sometimes. Fourth should be a doddle. Till they’re not.
This too will pass.
This too will repeat and you will anticipate and perhaps cause?
As Scarlett didn’t say, “today is a another day.”
In the absence of a multi-petticoated gown I shall drink tea.
Admire what is left of the tulips.
And try to get at least some of today’s words in the right order.
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