I’ve just spent the entire day working at a client’s premises and guess what?
No one died.
Nup. All four other family members are still alive and kicking. They all managed to get through their days without needing me to check where they’d placed their shoes, sweater, keys, mobile charger…
They’d all managed to eat, drink and get to and from their place of work or school without me driving them.
The dog has been fed and is happily dozing in her bed. The cats are purring at the end of my bed. They’ve been fed and watered too.
It’s funny how quickly you can slot into a new work place and new timetable. I’m working out at the airport which is a pretty sweet spot to be working for a travel blogger.
I’m still a big kid when it comes to planes and airports. I even stopped dead in the middle of the corridor on the way to the kitchen the other day as I glimpsed a huge A380 prepare to take off. I was mesmorised. It’s still a miracle in my mind that those things can fly.
One of the downsides about working on the other side of town is of course the Auckland traffic. It’s like London traffic all packed in to the town of Basingstoke. And though I have grown to enjoy the drive home as a chance to just think through and process things I haven’t yet got the commute sussed.
The other night before I set off for home I texted my Englishman and asked if we needed something bought from the shops for dinner.
“Just the basics.”
His text reply read.
Now I wanted to text back – ‘do we need the basics, or we only have the basics?’ but the traffic looked like it was starting to move and I don’t want to make the mistake of texting whilst driving. I quickly applied the grey matter and decided to text back –
The traffic moved and I edged forward in Cliff the Kermit coloured decrepit Demio. Little did I know that damn auto-correct was creating havoc. We puttered on and then came to another grinding halt at the lights. I decided to check ‘the list’ and was perplexed to read the reply.
‘Is that the most loving thing you can think of to say?”
Note he used full words not abbreviations. And that it was a full sentence. Though a bit on the sensitive side.
He’s been having a really tough time lately and people are not as accepting as I would have liked. I know they don’t understand what’s going on but why do people have to be so cruel? I mean, eat-your-own-babies-for-pudding kind of cruel?
I’ve been finding it stressful too. When you’ve been going through stuff for a few years – particularly when you feel you’re the only one who’s been able to see the problems and the medical people wouldn’t help you- it’s hard to keep going. I just want to know when it’s going to be better.
And sometimes I lose patience.
I’m really embarrassed to write that, but it’s the truth. Sometimes like a toddler in a tanty I just want to know when it’s going to be OK again. So against that kind of friction between us I was surprised but not shocked to read his over-reactive reply.
And then I read my innocent text just above his hurt one. It said simply:
I spent the rest of the drive home stressing because I couldn’t text and correct his assumption that I’d called him a liar, until I’d pulled off to the shops.
It’s been interesting working out of the house once again, and whilst no one’s died (yet) and they all seem to be managing, I’m so stressed that sometimes all you can do is laugh – otherwise you’d cry.
What do you do to calm thyself on your way home from work?