Day 31 - Coffee and ice

Why is it that when you feel pretty much trodden on, things seem to get worse by the minute?

When the school reopened a few days ago we were all quite relieved, because, frankly, the children were climbing up the walls at home. But after dropping them to their classrooms this morning - well, just Emma, Sophie likes to go in herself, becuase "no other mums drop their children, you know, Mummy!" - I started questioning their sanity. Because just by the main school gate, just a few steps onto the tarmac, I went flying and landed unceremoniously on my bum. What made it ten times worse was that Sean Cronin, husband of perfectly coiffed Jane whose twins are in senior infants (how does she do it?), stopped with words of sympathy and tried to help me up. How humiliating. I bet that wouldn't happen to gorgeous Jane! I would have left here there...

I hightailed it out of the school yard, almost skidding again in my fake Ugg boots.

Then, when I pulled into Lidl a few minutes later, I took 4 attempts trying to reverse into a small car parking space, giving all of us woman drivers a terrrible name altogether. I was shaking by the time I got parked up, that impatient git behind me in his 4x4 honked me twice, I was SO embarrassed. I actually gave him the finger, but under the steering wheel so he couldn't see me... Then, in the shop, I was almost finished when I did what John refers to as a "lazy man's load", taking a run down 2-3 aisles and heaping the goods into my arms. Of course the 2 kg pack of flour which was on top decided not to stay where I had placed it and fell with a loud plop on the floor, bursting open and covering me and a little old man in plain flour. I even got his walking stick, he was not impressed. I was so apologetic but I don't think I managed to appease the beast.

I legged it home and sat in front of my laptop with 3 cups of strong coffee, which I usually don't drink very often, until I had calmed down. Of course minutes later I was wired to the moon, my body just isn't used to all of that caffeine. I speed-read 5 job sites and wrote 4 cover letters in half an hour. Luckily I didn't send them off, I reckoned I couldn't trust myself, and sure enough, reading back over them, "Hey, Mrs Agent" was not going to go down very well, and neither would "...so, c'mere, I think I would be pretty perf for the job, why dontcha call me..."
But at least I found some interesting-sounding ones. Applications on ice till tomorrow. How on earth am I supposed to sleep tonight??? Damn the little coffee bean!