This was supposed to be an elaborate tutorial on making a petticoat to go over a hoopskirt, but yesterday was one of those days.
You know those days…
Mine started the day before – at 2 I got a frantic phone call from the Naiad. She was heading away for a 4 day self sufficiency festival, and her ride had suddenly switched from the next morning to 4 that evening. So I rushed across town, abandoning my plans to have a swim, a tidy, and do some baking, and instead took her to all the most hideous chain stores in Wellington in pursuit of all the supplies she needed.
And then at 4 the ride didn’t show up, and at 5 we had a call that it was moved back to the next morning.
So then I headed back across town, in rush hour traffic, picked up Mr D on the way, and collapsed into bed with a raging, sun/driving/chain store induced headache.
Only to remember that I had a study group that evening.
So I dragged myself out of bed, tried to find my study book (no luck), remembered that I hadn’t done the baking I was going to take as snacks, staggered out the door, drove to my study group, only to find it had been cancelled.
Back home, tried to sleep, tried a shower, tried to eat, all to no avail in the quest for pain-relief.
A terrible night of tossing and turning later, I had to wake up ridiculously early to drop the car off at an appointment at the garage so that the mechanic could do a bunch of work I didn’t care about and charge us enough money for me to go visit my parents for the privilege of doing it.
And I had to wait around in town while they worked on the car, as there wasn’t quite enough time for it to make it worth my while to go home.
And I still had the raging headache.
Finally got to go home, house was a disaster, but I collapsed into bed anyway.
Woke up ridiculously late, but finally feeling better. Hoped that my run of that day was over.
No such luck. I had just put on clothes (at least I had put on clothes, the one mercy in that day!) when the rental agent showed up to do the inspection that I had completely forgotten we were due for.
And the house was a tip. As much of a tip as it has ever been. Piles of dishes in the sink, laundry everywhere (clean, but she couldn’t have known that), bed unmade, fabric for three projects cut out and scattered everywhere. I hadn’t even cleaned the litter box yet.
She was very nice about it, but still….
Anyway, that is why you have a long, whinging, poor me post to read today instead of a lovely helpful tutorial. Sorry.