THE BEST LAID PLANS…

Oh. Well that was embarrassing. I’ve just taught a class where I managed somehow to get one of the football sized exercise balls stuck in my hoodie as I was demonstrating a spine stretch. Then I also nearly choked on my chewing gum, stumbled over a few words and quite possibly even killed a few of them with my breath. All because a brief early evening business meeting with my ex husband went a little awry.

Firstly our early evening meeting had to be delayed until we’d taken our daughter to A & E after a series of unfortunate incidents. Just as we arrived at my brother’s house for my children and my mother to meet the latest gorgeous edition to the family, my daughter managed to fall down some stairs (texting and walking at the same time is never a good idea). She was in agony having twisted her ankle. So instead of a peaceful arrival my brother had to come running out, give her a piggy back to the house, find ice, drugs, gel, cut her tights off, get a sick bowl, catch her as she fainted to the floor……all the while my poor sister in law was complaining that even having just had a baby we had STILL somehow managed to trump her on the drama scale. SORRY!! Wasn’t my intention at all.

So then once she’d stopped feeling sick I had to take her to casualty. The first minor incidents hospital we got to had closed one minute before and refused to see her. Next hospital took all her details and sent us round to the children’s ward. “Just to warn you there is at least a 3 hour wait….there are 40 children ahead of you”. FORTY????? How does that happen? Is that normal? Is there a plague? Good grief. “Bollocks to that” I thought, it would have probably been more like a six hour wait so we persuaded her that “RICE” at home (rest, ice, compression & elevation), ibuprofen and lots of attention would be infinitely better than catching a lurgy in Paediatrics. So home we went. Then I left her in the care of her grandmother and went out for what was meant to be a very brief aforementioned business meeting with my ex husband.

Two bottles of wine later I think we reached a some sort of financial agreement and mutual understanding on where the children all are.

It’s just that I can’t quite remember what it exactly we agreed on.

Perhaps this is the way forward.