I don’t like Mondays. And this Monday I am feeling particularly blue. (There’s a song in there somewhere, I’m sure.)
Firstly, the alarm didn’t go off this morning (grrrrr) giving us precisely 15 minutes to get the two girls dressed, gym kits packed, packed lunches made, breakfast
eaten thrown down the gullet, teeth brushed and to get out the door to catch the school bus. It was a close one. We legged it down the road, hair barely brushed *shameful*, coats not done up and……without their flipping book folders, but we made it. This for me, is not a good start to the day. Bad mother.
Secondly, instead of my planned trip to town to buy myself some Shu Umera eyelash curlers (a present to myself for passing my driving test) I now have to save my pennies for yet more driving lessons! Yes, I failed my test. Booooo.
I actually had no expectations of passing it first time, until I actually set out on my test. Thirty minutes in, I thought to myself that hmmmm, I’m actually doing ok. I was cruising along the dual carriageway, successfully stopping myself letting out my usual ‘aaaarrgghhhhs’ which I normally screech out when I get over 40mph and I didn’t even close my eyes and hope for the best when passing other cars on a particularly narrow road. I performed my reverse around the corner faultlessly – if I do say so myself. I was calm and collected. However, on my way back (yes ON THE WAY BACK!!!!) to the test centre, we came to the ma-hoo-sive roundabout which has been the bane of my learning-to-drvie life. It has two lanes (eek) it has loads of exits (eek) and it has a crucial switching-lane-switching-signal point which you have to get just right. I didn’t. I got in the wrong lane and therefore, I was doomed from the off. I had to cut across the other lane of traffic in order to get off on the right exit and this was a ‘dangerous error’. I had 10 minutes left!!! And I made this stupid mistake. I was so gutted with myself that I cried when the examiner said I’d failed because of that one error. Absolutely gutted. So I have another test booked and I need to pass. I cannot afford more lessons and more tests. And my poor shins can’t take another bout of me kicking myself.
Thirdly, last week I received an e-mail out of the blue offering me the most amazing opportunity, regarding some kind of work and career inspiration. I was over the moon. I got back to them immediately and have resisted the temptation to check my inbox every 5 minutes to see if they’ve replied. Since last Thursday, I haven’t even logged on to the internet (I don’t think). I was like a kid (actually, I’m often more excited than the kids at Christmas) so I was like…… myself at Christmas this morning, desperate to check my emails. 42 messages in the inbox. Oooooooooh. I quickly scanned through and NONE of them were from the person I wanted one from. I knew I wouldn’t be that lucky.
So, lessons learned:
1. Make sure alarm clock is ON.
2. Get the girls’ school things ready the night before!
3. Practice, practice, PRACTICE that blimming roundabout in my next couple of lessons.
4. Remember the old chestnut: If something sounds too good to be true, it probably is.
That is all. Oh, except this: