Wednesday, 6 October 2010

My Day Off

My day started at 6.20am where I got up to ensure The Beautiful Son got up for his paper round. I had to ensure until 6.35am.

I then put a load of laundry in the machine and made coffee and toast.

Next was a nice bit, I had the said coffee and toast back in bed reading horoscopes on the internet, yep still doing that.

I then got Beautiful Baby Daughter up for school. She proffers a trip permission slip and informs me that she has to hand the slip and cheque in that very morning. I spent the next 15 minutes in cross shouty stressville whilst looking for a chequebook. Upon finding it I pledged £34 towards her future educational and career prospects, of course The Clothes Show is educational.

I then emptied the dishwasher, tidied the kitchen, uhmed and arred for a bit about putting the washing outside ( I'm not going to tell you if I did, you'll be wondering all day now, I like to keep you on the edge of your seat with my domestic dramas)

I got showered and dressed and off to my solicitor, where we draft a letter to the ex mr auntiegwens solicitor about the financial end of our marriage. It's not the most pleasant way I ever spend £160 in an hour. And there is never any cake there, I wish she'd give me cake, just once, to make the experience a bit more pleasant. On the plus side, that was the first visit where I didn't cry.

I drive home, buy petrol and forget to buy the polo mints for my car, I don't feed them to the car but I like to have them there, I ignore the funny screechy noise which appears from time to time.

I spent the next 2 hours going over a presentation I am due to give at 2.45pm. I have declined BBD offer of wee twirly bits and animation to make my powerpoint less boring, to her chagrin. I pop my memory stick into the main computer to print off copies of said powerpoint to find a leftover piece of webcam jammed into one slot and find the other slot broken also.

I got a bit stressy at this point.

I then have to drive 30 miles to a conference centre relying on my sat nav, which refuses to accept that I am in fact in my driveway and not at the destination of the last place I used it for. I am now late and I have to drive like a granny as I have 3 points now.

I arrive, do presentation and am very nervous. I make a complete arse of myself and spend the next hour making sure they know I'm an arse and have no doubt about that. I waffle on and find the questions very hard. My voice is all quavery but I don't cry.

I drive home berating myself for being a tit.

I get home and find I have to visit the supermarket urgently as the house appears to have been robbed of all food, fortunately it was eaten by my 2 children and their eleventy hundred friends.

After the supermarket I heat up food and then drive BBD to Girls brigade, it is now 7pm.

I spend the next 2 hours sorting out the house and then at 9pm I go back and collect BBD from Girls Brigade.

Then I got to go to bed.

And that folks was the story of my day off.

18 comments:

Kelloggsville said...

Solicitors reading please note "cake and chocolate offerings do help" please include them as a "help them get through this" . Celebrations are like £1.59 a box, it isn't going to break the bank but it will help the seratonim kick back in after having signed away all our dreams, hopes, and romantic aspirations. It's get better tomorrow - you can go back to work for a rest!

Gigi said...

Strange. Sounds eerily similar to my days off.....

My remedy for the screeching noise? Turn up the radio so you can't hear it.

And you *must* tell me - did you or did you not put the laundry out?!

Nota Bene said...

You gave a presentation on your day off? There is a fatal flaw there. And as for the rest feckity feck x

Mrs Worthington said...

A day off from what I ask myself? Where was the indulgence? Why are you doing a presentation on your day off? Scarily sounds like many of my days off-weekends. The legal shite will soon be behind you and you definitely need to take a day off and celebrate that one - with Cake!

Little Red Hen said...

Getting up at 6:20 on your day off?! That's just wrong.

Laura said...

you had to go into work on your day off,so what part of that was day off?

Yeah you for not crying!

xx

Curry Queen said...

Solicitors are vile, grasping creatures and the last one I had to see sat with a clock on his desk so he could charge by the minute. You deserve another go at having a day off...

diney said...

You really did have a shite awful day off - poor you. It made me laugh the way you told it, though, if that makes any bloody difference to you!! (hope you didn't hang washing out as it piddled down).

Looking for Blue Sky said...

I would love coffee and cake at my solicitors, that would really help, and mine is so scary (ie fierce, which is actually useful) I daren't cry. Hope you're next day off has more fun in it xx

Ayak said...

Oh what an awful day off. You must try to have a "real" day off soon...just for you.

And well done for not crying..I'm not sure I would have managed to keep the tears at bay

Hugs xx

Troy said...

Worn out just reading this - think I'll go for a lie down.

Shirley said...

Good thing you didn't have to work -- you'd have never fit it all in. Is it Saturday yet?

Working Mum said...

Reading posts like that make me realise why I work full time!

For £160 an hour there should be a cake trolley, no?

Working Mum said...

Reading posts like that make me realise why I work full time!

For £160 an hour there should be a cake trolley, no?

Madame DeFarge said...

Give up all thoughts of a day off. Stay at work constantly. You'll be much happier in the long run. You know it's true. But why the presentation on your day off?

Lena said...

Kids are amazing at "oh, by the way, I need...." that very morning. I still throttle mine for it!

Chin up Gwen, I've been a tit - a right tit as it's bigger than the left - more times than I care to admit to. I once told a widow at her husband's funeral I'd had a brilliant day.......!

Previously (Very) Lost in France said...

Oh Auntiegwen, such deja vue. I now go to work for a rest. Cake! No Cake! It's an outrage. We should start a campaign, man the barricades, bake.....

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