God, I've had a shitty day.
First thing, I found that Pixie was poorly, so I had to take her to the vets.
Then I spent the rest of the morning cleaning and tidying the snooker room. For some reason, seemingly overnight, it became a dumping ground for stuff that needed put away. The top of the snooker table wasn't actually visible with things that needed something done with them. So, I put up pictures, threw away junk, sorted out the charity shop stuff, put my filing in a pile on top of the filing cabinter (no - not lazy - just lacking filing pockets), pulled out the couch and found loads of jigsaw puzzle pieces, then vacuumed, dusted and soaked up puppy puddles that seemed to appear every time I turned my back.
Then it was a quick lunch, find the swimming gear for the kids, and off to playgroup duty. I hate playgroup duty. That was the only benefit of being poorly recently - not being well enough to do duty. Unfortunately, I can't get out of it now, but believe me - when I was sitting eating my lunch, I was thinking I might not manage to help deal with 20+ 3-year olds all afternoon.
Went and registered Rachel for nursery. How did she ever get old enough to get registered for nursery?? I'm happy that she will be expanding her horizons, but - for goodness sakes - it doesn't seem like a couple of months ago that I birthed her!
Then it was straight off to swimming lessons. I had to pay for the next group of sessions They pay in blocks of 10 usually, but today it was an 11 block - £61. Today's pay-outs are certainly adding up!
By this time, I was really starting to flag. My chest is sore and I am feeling really really tired. Fatigued. My bones feel like they are made of lead all of a sudden. I had forgotten how bloody awful it feels, feeling like this.
The kids finished their lessons, and we got back in the car. I got my seatbelt caught in the door, so I opened it again, dragged the belt in, and then slammed the door. Unfortunately, my fingers were still IN the door. How I managed it I don't know. It was my right hand in the door frame and I used my left to slam the door. The noise was dreadful - a really loud cracking noise. I thought I had broken the bones in four fingers. I sat in the drivers seat and sobbed my heart out. Poor kids were totally freaked. I sobbed most of the way home. Fortunately it is an automatic car, or I wouldn't have been able to drive.
My poor hand is still throbbing, and is kinda numb. It isn't swollen or anything, and I am managing to type no bother, and I can bend the fingers, so I'm not damaged - just a bit bruised. Bloody hurt though!
So, the minute I typed the first sentence of this post, Rachel wandered up to me, and I smelled his godawful smell. I thought one of the mutts had pooped, but - cut a long story short - Rachel had managed to get it all down the back of her legs. Nice.
Hopefully the rest of the evening will pass peacefully.
