And remarkably, no one died!

I’ve just spent the entire day working at a client’s premises and guess what?

No one died.

Img: Flickr CC – Phils Ist PIx –

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:


Bloody autocorrect!!!

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?



'And remarkably, no one died!' has 7 comments

  1. November 2, 2014 @ 11:35 pm Sam70

    As I drive away from the melee that is my workplace, I let thoughts of the place drop from my mind. I get home between ten minutes and an hour later, depending on if babes need picked up from school. In that drive, I forget all the hairy craziness and turn my thoughts towards the shiny little faces of babes and my husband, who may or may not be home yet.
    It took some practice, but I now manage to let it all slip within seconds of walking through the exit.
    The evening belongs to me and them and not to thoughts of elsewhere.
    At home, it’s then easy to focus on the little faces when they turn up for their dinner (with accompanying teenage grunts of mild appreciation) or wanting to show you what they read at school that day (eight years old, and still considering mummy the centre of the universe) .
    They want you. Not the money earning you, or the efficient, shouty in charge work you, but the soft, flip flop wearing hand holding you.
    Leave her behind. Slip back into the real you.


    • November 3, 2014 @ 7:12 am vegemitevix

      Thank you Sam. That was really helpful. I must admit I need to really put some effort into doing this. It’s hard when I have the rest of my consulting work at home to try and catch up when I get there and all the housework etc. But the bit about the money earning shouty in charge me – yeah, I get that. That hit me hard. My husband often complains that I’m behaving as if I’m at work and he’s not my staff. 🙁 I get that. I think I need to focus on the jandal wearing soft me. Thank you Sam. xx


      • November 3, 2014 @ 8:03 am Sam70

        Glad I could help. It took me a while to get to grips with the balance, too.
        But if I do have work to do at home, like you do, I dedicate the early evening to the family and once they are in bed or doing something teenage and secret elsewhere, I get on with it then.
        But different schedules work for different people.
        I think the main thing is to focus on what or who is in front of you at the time, not let the various parts of your life crash in on one another.
        Glad your life is on a more even keel, now xx


  2. November 3, 2014 @ 2:42 am MidlifeSinglemum

    It may be the best thing for you and them to give yourself some space and trust them to get on with it. Sounds like things are getting better. Lots of love xxx


    • November 3, 2014 @ 7:13 am vegemitevix

      Thank you Rachel, yes I think there’s a definite upside, it’s just exhausting to try and get everything working at the moment particularly given the background at home. But today’s another day. I’ll try again today. 🙂 xx


  3. November 5, 2014 @ 7:06 am Bright Side of Life

    To be honest, I never know how the @@@@ I get home………. my car runs on auto as my mind flitters about! Vix, you may be a wife and a mum…. BUT you are still your own person. Enjoy your job and wind down during the drive. The others can go shopping for goodies on the list! xx


  4. November 12, 2014 @ 3:14 am notefromlapland

    Ha ha ha, I really insuklted someone accidentily through autocorrect the other week. thankfully it someone I knew well and they thought it was funny. but imagine if it was your boss or something? Gulp!


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