Friday, August 10, 2012
A Little Perspective
The kids are out of school, Cate has been in sports camp for a few days a week, X is mine 24/7. Doesn't sound so bad, huh? Well, Fen is working the Olympics so he is gone from the crack of dawn until well after midnight every day and night. This has been going on for nearly three weeks. My nanny is only part time so she couldn't give me extra hours and my back up sitter had the nerve to pack up and go backpacking across Europe before he starts University next month! Yet, I still work full time.
To say it's been a challenge is an understatement. I have been reduced to putting a movie on, giving the kids a special treat snack (ice lollies or crisps - taboo usually) and then dashing down the hall, closing the door, then climbing into the walk in closet, shutting that door and sitting on the window sill with my finger hovering over the mute button to take business calls - at all hours of the night and day (trouble of working in a different time zone).
I'm not getting much sleep as I can't work while the kids are awake and there is no nanny, so I work when they go to bed - from around 8pm-midnight. Just trying to get my ducks in a row before we leave for New Zealand.
Then last week, our washer/dryer blew up. This is a mild exaggeration as it did not burst into actual flame - it's just billowed with smoke for 20 minutes as I stood by, on the phone yelling at the management company with the fire extinguisher at the ready. A week later, last night in fact, after MUCH back and forth and insistence on my part, they delivered a loaner washer/dryer - at TEN O'CLOCK at night. I let them in the kitchen to install it, shut the door and went back to work. When they called me back, I went into the kitchen and it smelled like stagnant water. I mentioned this and they said they had spilled water and that it was fine.
Then they left and I decided to put in a load of kid laundry. I opened the washer door and it was covered in black mould. See photo below.
Meanwhile, my daughter is allergic to mould and I can't have her anywhere near this place. It's just vile.
So I have two days to clean all the laundry at the laundrette, pack, clean the house, finish getting all my work done (a pipe dream - that last one) and organize carry on luggage consisting of crafts, movies, games, toys, clothes, diapers, snacks, books, blankets, wipes, medication, earplugs (!) and a host of other things. All of this so I can get on a 30 hour flight to Auckland: three flights, two layovers, two small children under 5, an overworked, exhausted husband and zero sleep.
Are ya kidding me?
But then I look at this guy: Oliver Pistorius.
I'll just tuck my self-pity tissues away and get on with it. No one likes a whiner!