The whole day was a little bit FFS.
Yesterday was one of those days were I was a seething mass of irritation for no good reason. I felt distinctly premenstrual when I am in fact post menstrual. My agitation persisted despite the fact that on paper my day looked pretty darn good – idyllic infact.
The weather was glorious. I whiled away the morning at a local park with a large skinny cappuccino in hand. The early afternoon was spent at the beach watching P2 splash around in the crystal clear waters (Weee Waaa Weee Waaa Cliche Alert!). Nevertheless by dinner time I was in a classically adolescent moody funk. Then my husband came home and made a comment about how I hadn’t packed P1’s drink bottle and fruit for kindy. Lets just add that misdemeanor to my ever growing list of parental stuff ups. It took a Herculean effort to suck that one up but I did and that’s why you are hearing about it.
A culmination of little things almost pushed me over the edge. I’ve been unwell since the weekend and its threatening to develop into a full blown case of man flu. I just want to drape myself over a chaise lounge whilst some poor lackey mops my fevered brow and serves up chicken noodle soup.
Being physically indisposed has lowered my already lax house keeping standards. I’ve been watching in despair as detritus builds up on the floor. The mess seems almost like a living organism. I compare it to blue green algae. When the house work gets too much the best solution is to simply leave the house. Yet with flu induced brain fog I could barely organize the proverbial piss-up in a brewery. With P2’s nose dripping like a tap, I took her to the park without wipes. Wearing the hip combination of silky Pooh Bear boxer shorts with Thomas the Tank rain boots and a face encrusted with snot she looked like a street urchin. I didn’t fare much better as I sniffled away.
The real doozey happened in the afternoon. I took P2 to the beach without a towel or a change of clothes. What was I thinking? Obviously I wasn’t thinking anything otherwise I would not have signed up for this adventure. Of course her dress got soaked. Of course she was cold on the trek back home. Naturally I stopped at a local boutique and wasted money on a “Rock Your Baby” T-shirt for her so that she could survive the remaining five minute hike without succumbing to hypothermia.
To add to the pile of minor inconveniences, my phone mysteriously stopped working and I had neglected to recharge the iPad. My blogging stats are down signalling that the interweb community is still failing to recognize my genius. The very worst thing was that I could not even find solace in chocolate. There is none in the house due to the small issue of me having recently gained 5kgs. Aaaaaaaargh.
I sought distraction and (hopefully) stimulation from the radio and the blogs only to be confronted by a wall of sound about Julie Gillard kicking back against the terrible sexism displayed by parliament in general and one very unattractive wing nut in particular. I can’t decide whether our esteemed politicians are a bunch of mysoginists or merely arseholes. Meanwhile how is any of this going to stop the boats, curb soaring electricity costs or keep a lid on unemployment?
Elsewhere on the blogosphere, those who didn’t have 2 c to add to the sexism furore had more pressing issues to contend with. So many people are dealing with really difficult challenges like family break ups, depression, special needs children and financial pressures. Yet here was I feeling like a pork chop about a bit of snot and a bit of tidying up. (Ok a lot of tidying up).
Its time to harden up Princess. My life is privileged and blessed beyond measure and a little bit of house work never hurt anyone.
Do you ever feel completely overwhelmed by trivial stuff?