I was a bit out of sorts this Monday morning. I guess another sleepless night didn't really help. I did eventually fall asleep but it was more of a drowsy half-awake, half-asleep kind of slumber. You know, the kind when you don't know which you are; awake or asleep.
Well I have to tell you, I awoke from this half-sleep condition in such a state. There I lay, wide awake with my eyes shut tight, in a right aul' panic.
I had to get up for work you see.
'What, you've gone back to work' I hear you ask? Yes, that's what I asked myself too. And I told myself to not be silly that of course I'd gone back to work, did I not remember?
Well I didn't really so in my panicked state I reminded myself over and over again that yes, I'd gone back to work the previous Monday - to the job I left ten years ago - and really liked it. Until Wednesday that is when I went out sick for three days.
The problem was, not being used to being back at work, I'd forgotten to go back once my sick leave was over!
Hence my panic.
Oh God, I have nothing ready. I have to get the teen wonder 'out of that bed..... NOW' ...... yet again!! What about his lunch? Can I get him to the bus in time for me to make the Dart? How do I explain myself in work? I'll be sacked before I've even gotten used to it once more. And how on earth do I get home on time for school finishing? I could give him a key I suppose..... and how did I manage all of this last week anyway?
Oh, my poor sleep-deprived and jumbled brain.
When I realised all that I had to do I couldn't believe that I'd actually gone back to work. What was I thinking? At that moment in time I was totally in awe of parents who do this every day, but I just wasn't used to it and had been hit unawares. So to speak.
Had I really gone back to work? I kept asking myself that question, and the answer was always the same.... 'Yes, now get the hell up and get sorted!'
So, I went to do just that and actually woke up..... for real this time!
It took me quite a while to accept that this was all a terrible dream. A waking-sleeping nightmare really. Brought on perhaps by my recent musings on procrastinating and middle-aged mums going back to work! And maybe also by my recent endeavours to secure Transition Year Work Experience for above-mentioned teen wonder.
Still - although there was admittedly a moment or two in there that I quite liked the fact that I was 'back-to-work' - I nevertheless breathed a huge sigh of relief when I finally accepted that I was back to being a desperate housewife and my usual Jazzy Mum self.
With a coffee/tea meet up with a friend beckoning, my Monday could only get better..... right?
Well, actually make that semi-wrong. My Monday was definitely saved from the scrap heap of panic by my lovely catch-up time with the fabulous, and blissfully unaware, Looking for Blue Sky! But not before another panicky moment a few hours later.....
I was only trying to do a quick Marks and Spencer food shop before my meet up and thought I was being very clever parking close to that shop in order to save my back when carrying the bags afterwards.
It was a good plan, really it was.
Until I couldn't find my damn car with mere minutes to spare before driving closer to the coffee shop!
There I was, the panicked lady, wandering lonely as a
Oh how I traipsed from lane to lane, repeatedly, desperately seeking my black automobile everywhere and not finding it anywhere. I swore blind I'd parked it in this car park in that lane that lead to that shop door that I couldn't gain access to. That was my marker see, how I knew I was right.
Well, panic was setting in I can tell you, rain was starting to fall and tears were threatening to make an appearance!
Then the cavalry unexpectedly arrived when the couple that had been behind me in the shopping queue, upon seeing my desperation and aimless, panicky meanderings, stopped their car offering to drive up and down all the lanes in order to aid me in my search. And when that proved fruitless they beckoned the security man for me who was approaching in his van. Such lovely people I met that morning. In the rain. In my panic.
Then the lovely and very patient security man drove me up and down the many lanes and had 'the man' back in the control centre check the cameras in nearby car parks for my car.
It wasn't long before it was found.
In a completely different car park, and in a completely different lane!
Oh the embarrassment...... and the absolute relief to find that my car had not been permanently 'lost'.
I tell you, lack of sleep and 'dream jobs' really have an awful lot to answer for!
However, all's well that ends well, especially when it does so with a lovely catch up and a very large mug of tea. And cake. naturally.... I was in 'shock' don't you know and in much need of such sweetness!
As you can see I did a bit of word play in this blog post title and as a result the following song appears to have become my ear worm for the week... so I thought I might make it yours too?! I must admit though, it might have been more of a dream and less of a nightmare had I been 'kissing Valentino' in my sleepy-wakeful slumber!
Hope that wherever you are that you are having a good and very un-panicky week!