You gotta be shitting me…

So you have heard of Blue Monday’s, right? .. I am sure you have even experienced the odd monday madness.. BUT today?? I dont actually know what to call today..

I normally love monday’s because its the day that births the rest of the week. And so I am even more terrified now. I feel I should grab my blankie throw it over my head and stay there till SexyG gets back on Friday from his Sani2C adventure!!

This is the breakdown of how my day has gone so far..

Woke up at 6am to a flooded kitchen and lounge.. have NO idea wtf is leaking.. but there is water coming from some stupid place. So it was SexyG and me armed with buckets and towels evacuating the water from the flat. ( this is still leaking from a mysterious spot that is currently not showing itself to me..)

Got treated really improper by a representative of a company that falsely advertised their goods after I pointed it out to them..

Waited for two hours ambling around in randomness waiting for SexyG’s bike to be returned to us from the bike shop after they phoned us and told us it was ready. We eventually left cos it was beyond a joke.. so it was wasted time and resulted in two trips..

Rushed back home feeling incredibly guilty because the kids were left stranded for ages waiting for me to fetch them all because we were sitting at the damn cycle shop with the bike jockey sticking his head out every 10 min saying that it would only be another 5 min.. I dont think he knows how long 5 min is.. someone should headbutt him.

Only to return home from the nightmarish day to discover that the GINORMOUS pile of clothes pending ironing wasnt tackled by the domestical because.. no wait for it!… the new iron that I only bought a few months ago… is broken! Aaargh…frik… damn.. delightful.

I then had to get in the office and catch up with urgent pending shite that REALLY needs me .. because, you know.. Its where the stupid money comes from that pays for the new iron and domestical and of course the food that will still need to be cooked for dinner..(I wont even talk about the scary emails I saw waiting for me from the SARS man..)

Then the phone rings.. the bike is ready… again.. this time for real they say. .*sigh.

So at 6pm we are back to the cycle shop.. dinner still not done..kids left at home.. probably killing each other.. the day feeling like it should shoot itself…cos its just so damn miserable.. and me… wishing I could start over.

I finally got back threw some food together only to have the youngest not eat because he has passed out from a migraine.. and having to listen to the eldest sitting in the diningroom sucking on chicken bones.

My day is done. I am sitting on the bed.. watching SexyG get his kit together as he prepares to leave for three days to ride with the boys over 286 km from Sani2C.

Hope yours was better..