Well, I sort of made my Monday deadline, after working pretty much all weekend and proving that I *can* still survive on 3 hours’ sleep.
Texted the person pulling it all together at 3.15pm to say, how urgent is this last report, because I need to go to my parents’ – the response was, possibly predictably, “Well I haven’t finished yet, so not desperate”
In the end, I finished it – at least to ‘acceptable draft’ standard (which is what the deadline was for) at 8:50 this morning.
In my world, “Monday” sometimes means “Before start of business Tuesday”.
Meanwhile, more parent drama. Arrived at 4.07 yesterday to find the interior designer was on time. Sigh. Mum was already stressed, upset, annoyed and kind of a bit sulky.
Actually, I knew she was already most of the above – her new electric chairs did not come Apparently, despite the call to the warehouse, they were out of stock and will not be available until the end of June. Ugh.
I wandered off and did the interior designer thing. As soon as they left, she burst out with it: “They want to get rid of ALL MY NICE THINGS!”
Um, dude, they want to present the unit for sale, in the best way possible. Which would be, in that area and at this time, making it a bit more modern. So yes, all your old-fashioned crystal cabinets etc need to be out of the way – and we can manage that.
Today, with the report finished, I am taking a day off to recover. Which means that by 11.30, I need to be at mum and dad’s to do packing and tidying. The builders start tomorrow and the place is a total mess. And I *do* mean “total” mess.Yeesh.
And then at 4pm? Dentist. Crown. On the Tooth That Disturbed My Big Trip. Lots of drilling. Because I am me, and more than a little pathetic, my dentist has already warned me that she’ll be numbing both my top and bottom gum, to reduce the pain.
So here’s my agenda for today:
- 6.30: Get up, start work
- 8:50 send off work, pull on clothes, take kids to school
- Attend school assembly. Yay, peace.
- Home, make phone calls to organise removalists to take mum’s things to auction
- Shower and dress, properly
- Post office – I have a swag of things sold on eBay to send off , as well as a parcel of some kind to collect.
- Mum and dad’s – slash and burn. OMG! Really!
- Pick kids up from school, come home, pack bags for swimming
Fun fun fun.
Edit: Update: Rang mum to confirm that things are under control. Told her what the interior designers quoted for dressing the property (very little really). Cue rant. “They are absolutely soulless, horrible people … They want everything to look the same …” – in the end, I suggested that we co-ordinate so that I can be there when they come to dress the place and she doesn’t have to.
Wow. My mother really IS exactly like my children.
“Oh no, I can be there. I’ll just get in the way and scatter rubbish on the floor in front of them so they fall over it.”
I swear, I could hear the pouting down the telephone.