Today was one of those horrible tedious days where you spend the whole time doing time consuming and boring things that no-one will notice and that won't make your life one bit better. Like a boring half hour on the phone to the insurance company to fix a plate glass window that one of the little horrors sent a rock into. Waiting to pick up routine ultrasounds. Waiting in Medicare. Waiting to ask the guy at the petrol station why the pump kept stopping and I couldn't get any petrol into my car ("I don't know. Maybe the pump is low?" I stared at him, he stared back. After a couple of minutes I paid my $3.60 and left.)
A boring half hour in the hairdressers while the boys had haircuts they didn't want and the cutters kept asking me how I wanted it done. Like I would care. Do other mothers care? Am I missing something? A painful twenty minutes on the NRMA online shop trying to spend a free voucher for renewing our membership. Why do they need a log in? I'm trying to spend $100 on shit I don't need, I don't need a password, let alone one with an upper case and a number and four letters that are an acrostic in a non-romance language.
My biscuits didn't work, they crumbled. I have two trays of gingernut crumbs. The best part of an hour filling out school forms because the ACT Department of Education has a new one-page form which you have to fill in for EVERY excursion - name of doctor, name of health fund, known conditions, last tetanus shot, emergency numbers ... to be filled in with exactly the same information a dozen times a year. Are they completely stark staring mad????? An hour with the physio who says my lymphoedema is never going to get better but I"ll be able to manage it. I don't want to MANAGE IT. Old people manage health issues, people in their forties RECOVER.
And the phone just rang. A telemarketer. Poor bastard, I told him to PISS OFF.