I’m happy for the day to end now.
And, surely, I’ve had my three “bad things come in threes”.
I was trying to be helpful and get the limes that Grumpy needed for dinner. The ones up the other end of the house, under the pram where, in my distressed state earlier, I had left them. I was being helpful despite running close to late for gymnastics. I was being helpful despite Karma haivng a bit of a laugh and offering some payback.
I know, I know, I tell the kids not to run in the house all the time. But, I was in a hurry. And being helpful.
Thomas the Tank Engine is not my friend (technically, it was Emily, one of Thomas’ friends. But not my friend). I stood on Emily as I walked briskly … I wasn’t running! … skated, twisted my ankle, smacked my shin on the bottom step and fell back onto by back.
I lay on the floor in the foetal position. The only position for it really. I hurt. I was surrounded by Thomas’ friends and my not friends. Grumpy called out to check I was ok. Monkey Boy yelled at Chippie for making a mess of his trains, and at me for letting Chippie make a mess of his trains.
(I wasn’t in the right frame of mind to be discussing leaving trains where Chippie can play with them, and putting things away and making the area safe for Chippie and everything else I have said and will no doubt have to repeat many, many more times)
Then he came to check that I was ok – becuase, really, he is a compassionate and helpful little boy.
“Don’t touch me!” I advised him when he went to assist me and check my ankle was ok.
“OK,” he said. “Poke, poke, poke” he continued, as he sat beside me and poked various parts of my body as I remained incapable of moving enough to prevent him touching me.
Eventually the pain wore off, I delivered the limes, I put my boots on and broke the zip (Argh! I want the day to finish RIGHT NOW!) and took Monkey Boy to gymnastics.
We arrived home 15 minutes before our guests were due to arrive, me still in a vague and traumatised state, made worse by the fact that I had to serve them CCs and a choice of two dips for pre-dinner nibblies due to lack of deli produce with which to prepare an acceptable (by me) and adequate nibbles platter.
We discussed the days events over dinner, I botched dessert (although it could have been much worse) and served tea and coffee.
Despite the day I’ve had, the valid excuses and the sincere empathy and forgiveness of my friends, I still feel slightly inadequate at not having a cheese platter to finish off the night.
Besides, it’s not my fault the deli closed early!
And then I smashed a champagne glass … *sigh*