|Quince tree blossom!|
Saturday all day. There was an unpleasant smell in our living room. Too unpleasant to ignore. Putrid describes it well. I started a thorough clean, expecting to find a dead rodent or some other unpleasant rotten thing. I washed the dog's bed and his blankets. I cleaned out the telly cabinet and found the remote that has been missing for two years. I moved sofa and armchairs and cleaned underneath. I checked the bookshelves because mice, even half dead, are quite agile. I even hand washed the blinds in the bathtub (they shrank). I washed the floors. I cleaned and polished the leather sofa and armchairs (thinking it might mask the smell). I had the windows open all day. I cleaned those, too. I found nothing noteworthy other than the usual debris associated with children. The living room still stank. With all the other smells of a lived-in room gone, it was even worse. Then I noticed one of Jack's toys, a furry orange thing. It stank. It wasn't hidden or anything, it just didn't occur to me it might smell. I could have spent the day sewing, or reading (or playing with the children).
Tuesday. Sam had an x-ray appointment for his ongoing knee problem. His appointment was at 1:30 pm. Plenty of time to get back to school for 3:15, right? Including the 10 min drive. Not so. At 2:50 I realised there was no way I was going to make it back in time to pick up the little ones. We were still waiting for the IT system to come back online so that x-rays could be transmitted to the specialist. I called school to ask them to hold the boys back at the office until someone would be able to collect them. Normally Richard would step in in such moments but he had to take Annie to see a GP because she has been suffering with an intense one-sided headache since Friday last week. Her appointment was at 2:50 pm. I have a tendency to get really stressed in such situations. Anyway, all was fine in the end. Of course. Sam has a diagnosis for his knee problems and a further referral, Annie has got a diagnosis and treatment for her headache.
Tuesday evening. I just noticed that the boys left their homework in the living room. Jack loves to chew up homework and he particularly likes the soft plastic covered reading books. Yes, James's reading book cover is in pieces. It is the third one in two months.
Wednesday morning. I am currently applying for my dream job (more about that another day). It involves addressing 22 essential and 8 desired criteria on a webform. Having applied for jobs at the same institution before, I was wise enough to create a word document first, to copy and paste into the webform. I also knew that I had to address essential and desired criteria using 5000 characters each, including spaces. This you only find out if you click your way through the application process. Wouldn't it be great to know that before you nearly finish? 5000 characters is not much to describe my many outstanding qualities (or anybody else's for that matter). It took me all evening to trim the draft down to the required character number without loosing content. It was rather clipped (having so many amazing qualities). Alas, when I got to the relevant step, I was informed that I am now allowed 7500 characters, almost short story length. Cue some swearing. I then spent another hour praising myself some more, converting the clipped text into something more resembling prose. I think I did ok in the end but only time will tell.
Wednesday afternoon. I had planned my day carefully to make it to James' learning support meeting at school for 2:45 pm. I left in time to cycle to school but unfortunately I had no keys to unlock my bike. These were in my dirty jacket I didn't want to wear to go to the meeting (I have a reputation to maintain after all). The jacket was at home. I asked Richard if I could take his bike but I couldn't (we work together). Apparently my legs are too short. I think my legs are just right. So, running it was (short legs and all). I hoped to flag down a cab on the way. Cabs are never far in Glasgow. After a fast start I had to return to borrow money from Richard. I ran and huffed and puffed and just as I thought I might collapse a cab appeared. I got to school only two minutes late, heart rate back to normal but red and sweaty. Guess what? The meeting was not until today.
And so it goes...
Reading over this makes me laugh, at the time I felt stressed and tired but now that seems a bit silly. My First World problems are minor hiccups on the grand scheme of things, nothing get worked up about. Alas, it is good to mention from time to time that my glossy life is far from glossy once you scratch the surface. I'll be back with a more upbeat post soon. In the meantime, please do share your mishaps of the week with me!
Have a lovely Thursday evening! xx