Mmmm….. things i must learn to do… change wheel on car. That way, next time i leave my new baby for the first time, nip to collect a prescription, pull over to let an ambulance past, bump the kerb, rip a hole in my tyre on a large main road in a bit of town i never ever go into and have to drive half a mile on a wheel rim before i can find a fairly non-vital bit of double yellow line to pull up on to, i might have half a chance of helping myself.
Admittedly, even if i had known what to do (actually even if it had occurred to my shaken self that what was needed was to change the tyre!) its not a place, nor was it the time of day, nor am i physically fit for changing a tyre… but it would have been slightly less embarrassingly girly if i had at least remembered i had a spare/needed to have it changed. I was so astonished by the whole thing that i couldn’t for the life of me work out what anyone was going to do to fix it. Doh.
Must become less girly…. only having a car since onset of boyfriend/husband scenario has not been good for this side of my nature.
Anyway. I’m safely home now. Car wheel has a hole the size of my fist in it and i can’t for the life of me work out how such a small bump did it but there you go. Not an experience i care to repeat, specially as the hazard lights flattened the battery and i was somewhat freaked by where i happened to be too. Don’t know it at all, very closed off area of town with nothing familiar at all. Kate rescued me by turning up, having originally gone to our house to bring Josie to me if she woke up needing a feed and let me follow her home because i was stupidly shaken by the whole thing and don’t think i could have found my way home! lol!
She is a bit of a good friend is Kate.
Rest of the day. Bit fractious really. Everyone seemed to cry a lot, including me. I’m hoping i am just having a hormone/Maddy wobble but i’m feeling a bit sad/ frustrated with myself over the choice i made to have Josie’s section. Its not really that i think things might have gone differently, so much as i, me, myself, did the one thing i didn’t want to do – i made a snap decision in no time at all, without talking it through with Max, and there was no need to. It wasn’t an emergency, i could have thought it through more and i didn’t. And i can’t blame anyone but myself for that. And i don’t know why i did it and i can’t go back and change it. Which probably means its pointless to pontificate on it.
Fran went skating, which cleared the way for me and Maddy to do something together. So she and i sat and did a Letterland workbook. She did really well and so enjoyed it – plus she knew when she wanted to stop too which i felt was really good. She still doesn’t seem to remember letters, apart from a few very obvious ones – should i be worried by this? Who knows… another blog post sometime on that one i suspect. Anyway, it made both of us feel good. We decided we would make a chart to help her remember the letters she had worked on.
Then she and Ammi did playdough and then Zoe made salt dough and they all made fossil imprints (reptiles made way for dinosaurs temporarily!) – which all went well till Maddy had a meltdown over sharing a rolling pin, which resulted in her storming to her room to hide under her duvet. Sigh. I’m sure other things must have happened but all i can really remember now is making them all sit in a row and not hurt each other to watch Brother Bear. And even the sitting down and not killing each other proved too hard for Ammi. Thinking of having a “Little Miss” book commissioned, based on her personality i thin it would have to be “Little Miss Weapon of Mass Destruction” – what do you reckon?
And then, fatefully… i decided to pop down the road.
I’ll try to do better tomorrow. Didn’t even manage stories or normals today. Ho hum.
