There are those things in life that are sent to try your patience. These are the same things that make you very grateful that you are still alive and in one piece. I have experienced one of these weekends, and for lack of a better way to put it...a chapter of accidents is hopefully closed. So...what are the stories that make up the weekend? Let me tell you.
My chapter started with Thursday's episode. I managed to get stuck in traffic on my way to get my youngest. The elder child had decided to dawdle. So, I was running late. Running late on the day that report cards are due is not necessarily the most terrible thing, but tell that to my Grade 1 student who opened her report card herself. I arrived to the school to witness a full scale meltdown and when I asked for the teacher, I was informed that she was on a plane to a conference and wouldn't be available. Not fabulous news. No amount of consoling or pep talking managed to convince her that homework was a good idea this weekend. She flat out refused to work stating things like "why work when it doesn't pay" and "everyone else is smarter than me" and "NO!". She's over it now, but that was not a fun start to a long weekend.
By Friday, I was ready for a break and so having escaped from the kids for a bit thanks to playdates and such, I thought I had about 45 minutes to go out and grab a warm, hot cup of Tim's steeped tea with a friend I hadn't seen in awhile. I had a delightful chat and visit with her. At five minutes to four, I mentioned that we needed to go and that she could drop me off at the house where my youngest was playing. The timing was perfect. The car was occupied and my lovely chauffeur pulled out in her wee camray. Going straight through the parking lot, IT happened. A large dodge truck started to back out. He was headed straight for me and thankfully, my friend gunned the car and we shot forward. It wasn't fast enough. When a big dodge hits a little car, there becomes a mighty large dent and a huge headache. Paperwork was exchanged and instead of picking up my kids on time, I wound up at the police station doing more paperwork.
The weekend wasn't finished with me yet. On Saturday, I had to work at Old Fashioned Christmas. Normally, I understand that the weather channel is not to be trusted. However, I was totally optimistic with the forcast predicted all week and dressed accordingly. What a mistake on my part. I had to work the volutneer table. It was located outside and the temperature stayed well below zero, unlike the plus one that had been offered. After two hours, I was given a heater and my day improved but I was chilled to the bone. In retrospect, I have to say that I was grieviously offended by the plus eight that arrived the day after. Seriously? I found myself at home and had a great evening with lots of company and some "cupcakes".
Seems like quite an eventful weekend doesn't it? But sometimes...life sneaks up and bites you. Monday after work, I got a buzz on the phone. My friends husband was in hospital with burns from a workplace accident. This has led to much child management, care giving and moral support for burns are definately not my idea of fun, nor are lengthy hospital stays. He will get better and the situation will improve, but for the moment...definately on the record....
NO MORE ACCIDENTS. I am done!
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