Now, I am normally a glass is half full kinda girl. However, there are those days, you know the ones I mean, the days when despite your best efforts the glass is half empty, the days when you need a proper kick up the arse. It doesn’t matter if they’re away for 8 days, 8 weeks or 8 months, it can all get a bit much. It’s the days when the Kids won’t do anything you ask, it’s not like I am asking them to do anything unreasonable, surely getting dressed is a normal thing to do? It’s the days when something breaks and I hear my mum whispering in my ear ‘these things come in threes’ bloody brilliant, what next?
The car can fail its MOT, the washing machine can flood the kitchen, the kids can destroy the house (crayons on walls, sudocream on carpets etc) but you shrug your shoulders, roll up your sleeves and get on with it. Those are the days when it can be tough, when you think deployment may break you but it doesn’t, you get on with it, because that’s what you do.
The funny thing is it is normally the smallest thing that will tip you over the edge.
So, the other weekend the kids were asleep by 7pm, mama winning ready for some mama wining. All I wanted to do was sit down and watch Game of Thrones with a chilled glass of Sauvignon Blanc.
Then it happened, honestly it came from nowhere. I couldn’t open the bottle of wine, I kid you not the screw top wouldn’t unscrew. Try as I might the bloody thing wouldn’t open it just kept turning and turning and turning. Then the tears came, I cried from frustration, really? What the actual hell is wrong with me? So, I took a deep breathe, I stepped away from the bottle, went through to the next room and had a quiet word with myself. I looked in the mirror, stared long and hard at the Deployment Diva staring back and said ‘Not Today’. Fast forward 5 minutes and I was on the sofa watching GoT with a chilled glass of wine, and a plaster on my finger (I can confirm knives were not designed to open screw tops).
Charlie Foxtrot Mama 1 – 0 Deployment
There we have it, an example of when Deployment tried to break me. When those moments strike I channel my inner Arya Stark muttering to myself ‘Not today’, then come back fighting, not normally with a knife I have to say!
So, tonight when its wine o’clock please pass me a bottle of wine (corks only or a box will do). Today my glass is half full, Happy FriYAY!