No such thing as a Quick Fix

I discovered this week that there is no such thing as a quick fix when it comes to your mindset. By all accounts this week should be a really good week. I should be in a really strong happy mindset following the success and fun enjoyed during Sundays match.

A few small things happened this week as inevitably they do to bring you back down to earth with a bump.

How did my week begin? The first item on the agenda everyday is a cup of tea to get the old pistons firing. To reach full power I normally need two or three, however, it was the day after a match so that figure needs to be doubled. I got to cup number three, went to the kettle as you do, flipped the switch and nothing happened.

I understand that in the grand scheme of things the kettle blowing up is not a big deal. It is very much what we used to refer to as a “first world problem”. I am also very aware that I am a rather selfish person because it really annoyed me that I was going to have to go and buy a new one. All I wanted to do was to sit and let my body recover in the hopes that it would stop hurting when I moved.

I was in pain, not serious pain just the usual muscle aches and pains that you endure following a game of rugby. Anyone who has played or still plays will know what I mean. Rugby is a contact sport, it’s tough on the body and if you can’t handle that then it probably isn’t the sport for you.

So that was Monday. Tuesday we all overslept. We didn’t wake up until 8:15 and the school gates close at 8:55. It is roughly a fifteen minute drive from our house. For me half an hour is plenty of time to get up dressed and out of the door. I may not look pretty but I will be wearing clothes, have fresh breath and shown my hair a brush. My children are a different kettle of fish all together. It takes approximately half an hour for them to eat their breakfast let alone do the rest of it. I mean we are talking about two people who take 15 minutes to put their shoes on, let alone find the shoes in the porch. To make it easier and thinking it would save time I invested in a shoe shelving unit which lives in the porch. The shoes are paired and placed on the shelves and yet, these monsters will still stand there saying they can’t find the blooming things while I stand there trying really hard not to turn the air blue. Why bother hey?

Anyway, long story short I managed to wrangle them into the car and as we were pulling up to the school gate the headmistress shut the bloody thing! So they still had to go in through the office. I must add that the only reason this miracle occurred was because my unfortunate husband is based locally at the moment so we could perform a blitz attack on the children as we were evenly matched.

There is a walk of shame hardly anyone speaks about. We all know about the “other” walk of shame, but not the late on the school run one. I didn’t realise that I was supposed to escort the children to the office when they were late. I thought it was acceptable to drop them off at the door, make sure they walk through it and then speed away before I was spotted. Unfortunately I have been informed, via passive aggressive notices placed in the school newsletter , that this is not acceptable.

Therefore I now have to walk with them to the office, poke my head in around the door, I daren’t walk in, I have normally forgotten my mask, and face the glare of Margaret as she marks the children in. I do not know the name of the receptionist but I am sure she has passed many many judgements on this Mumma Bear. Judgements for forgotten musical instruments, PE Kits, lunchboxes and the extraordinary run we seem to be having recently on late arrivals and of course, the forgotten non uniform days.

So that was Tuesday. Wednesday started in a similar vain to Tuesday. To mix it up though on my way to the school, we were running late again, a squirrel decided to throw itself under my car whilst I was on route. Wasn’t that a good idea Mr Nuts, you are now flat packed on the tarmac. I wonder if Mr Nuts was asked by The gatekeeper of squirrel heaven, what had he learned in his life? If Mr Nuts replied with “It’s a simple lesson, well two actually. The first was that actions have consequences, the second was to look both ways before you cross the road.”

I had training on Wednesday night. Fantastic thinks I, that’s just what I need, a training session will get me back on track for the week. Turns out that rugby isn’t the quick fix I had thought it was. It was a nice easy training session, we were mainly working on handling drills so really simple stuff. Pass and catch, nothing to it. I was a little disappointed that my previous suggestions on an earlier post have been ignored, but if we have to do bear crawls then I must endure.

It was all going swell, right up until the point we began a game of touch rugby. Me being the blundering idiot I am fell during this game landed on my already bruised and battered knee and had to sit the rest of the session out.

Rarely do I leave a training session in a bad mood but last night was one of those rarities. I don’t even know why, other than the fact that I hurt myself, again. It doesn’t bode well for my future on the team does it? I have been waiting for the other shoe to drop and maybe it finally has. Who knows?

What else has happened? Oh, we have an electrical inspection tomorrow at our home. I know it isn’t going to pass so I’m also worrying about the possibility that we are going to have to move out. So there is another worry to add to the list. I’m keeping everything crossed that it won’t come to that. I’m hoping we can reach some kind of agreement with the landlord, otherwise we are completely screwed.

There is nothing out there at the moment that comes close to our current home. Anything that could be a possibility is way out of our budget or won’t accept pets. Given that we have a vary old Dashal dog and a young Pickles cat it isn’t looking promising.

Something will turn up. I’m looking at worst case scenarios here. Unfortunately that is a downfall with my brain. I think about worst case rather than best case. Is that a good thing or a bad thing? The way I look at it is, if your prepared for the worst and it doesn’t happen, at least you have a plan to get out of it.

It isn’t the worst trait that I have. I can think of plenty of others. For example, my brain when it’s reading text messages or WhatsApp messages always finds an innuendo and the first thought is “kinky”. I hear a voice. There are many phrases that run through my head, and they all have a different voice. Another one that has a voice is if an error is made. My brain says “you f****d up”. That one is extra special because it has a voice and a visual of slapping action to accompany it.

Lately, I have found myself doing lately is writing a to do list each day, knowing full well I am not going to “do” any of it. This is not a habit I would recommend because it sits there taunting you all day. The way to stop that would be to actually carry out the tasks or, alternatively, bin the bloody thing and then do whatever the hell you want with your day I suppose.

There are others but i shan’t list them all here as I am using a tablet to type this, which has a significant impact on my work. Tablets it would seem take too long to type and, frankly, be a rather boring read.

It’s going to be a quiet weekend, there isn’t any rugby which is a blessing in disguise. Mother’s Day on Sunday and there is only a couple of weeks left until the school holidays. Yay! Oh wait, oh no, what on earth am I going to do with the spawn for three weeks!

Well, that’s enough moaning from me…until next time.