This is just a quick check-in post. I should have been asleep an hour ago. Damn my inability to organise myself in the evenings (or, judging from my office, at any other time)! By way of short update, I saw S the psychologist last night and now have a certain amount of homework and a few other things to do. She agreed that discussing medication with the GP might be a good idea, so I'll tee that up for when I next have some spare space in a day. Happily my doc usually does early morning appts.
Today started somewhat badly, with me getting a serve from one of our neighbours about putting our excess rubbish in their (half-empty) wheely bin. I appreciate why she was angry, but the problem is it's really hard to keep a straight face when you're being chewed out by a New Zealander (which our neighbour is). Irate New Zealanders actually just sound cute, so it's like being berated by a super-pissed-off Teddy Ruxpin. The piece-de-resistance was when, with her accent inflamed, she informed me that "a bugger rubbush bun only tykes a diposut of suxty dullas". I thought it would be inflammatory to tell her that she was likely to be even more annoyed next week when there's a 20-foot shipping container parked outside our house, so I just assued her it wouldn't happen again. Sure won't. By the time the next recycling bin night comes around, Mrs T will be stateside and I'll be elsewhere in Melbourne.
The day didn't get a whole bunch better from there. I have a hearing starting tomorrow, and our barrister dropped us on a transparently spurious basis. I wouldn't have minded except she could have just declined the matter two months ago. I now have another barrister briefed at very short notice in a fairly complex matter, which means I'll need to make a lot of the running myself tomorrow. Great. More work is just what I need at this juncture. Gripe.
On the plus side, I got to have some swell daddy-daughter time this evening. Mrs T had her work farewell tonight, and she planned to hit the bottle pretty hard, so she arranged to crash at the house of one of our friends tonight (which was a shame - she was wearing a smoking hot dress when she left this morning - Mmm hmm!). So, I looked after the munchkins this evening and got them to bed and will get them underway tomorrow morning. I do feel guilty still about Mrs T leaving her job. I know it's what she wanted, but still, a sensation of guilt still hangs about my head and I can't seem to shake it. I know I haven't in a true sense ruined her life... I just wish I'd done better to give her the "happily ever after" she deserves so much.
OK, I need to get to bed pronto, or I'll be double-useless tomorrow. Sleep time.
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