So you know when you have one of those days where you aren’t really sure how you feel about it? Today has been that kind of day for me.
Dan had mentioned that he didn’t feel like we are spending enough time together and to be honest its true, MyBump2Baby and all the bits I do on the side is taking over our lives and we have been like passing ships lately. One of us is always in the office working away till midnight and the other one is doing what they can on their phone in between feeding, bathing and putting George to bed.
I am going away tomorrow on my friend’s hen do to Newcastle so I thought it would be nice to cook Dan a meal to show him how much I love and appreciate him….
I had a spray tan booked in with my friend at 10am, so dropped George off with my dad and obviously I was late as usual, it all started from there really.
When I picked George up I thought it was best that I leave my mum and dad’s early so I could get on with getting everything ready for tonight and tomorrow. So off I went to Aldi to get some bits for this romantic meal (bright orange after my tan I must add). I thought if I just keep my head down no one will notice the dark spray tan stuck up my nose and in my ears. I wondered round Aldi and put way too much in my basket as I usually do and I then got in the queue and started loading up the items on to the checkout… avoiding eye contact with everyone in case I saw someone I knew.
“£30.08” he said softly, the fact he said it softly did not make it any easier to digest… “Holy crap… this tea better score me some major wifey points” I said to myself and and I opened my purse and it was empty, I put my hands in my hand bag praying for a bank card, I then emptied out my bags contents on the floor…. I looked up and then it happened, me laying low was no longer… I had frigging forgotten my bank card… so I whispered to the checkout guy and luckily he took it well, but the once timid and shy looking man began shouting across the store like a commander in chief… it made me blink it was that loud.
“This woman can’t pay” repeating himself “This woman can’t pay”, looking at a woman over the other side of the store… (she looked like a Janet). Janet wasn’t paying attention so he shouted some more… I felt everyone’s eyes on me like lasers. I wanted to shout back… “I can afford it; I have just lost my bank card” but the words just wouldn’t come out. Once Janet decided she had finished doing what she was doing she strolled over so slowly, I swear it looked like she was going backwards.
I finally plucked up the courage to make eye contact with everyone across the long queue and apologised as I looked at each person individually… some smiled…some didn’t acknowledge me and one woman just stood with her hand in her hips… it was at this point that George decided it was the right time to kick off… he began screaming… I laughed nervously and just used the usual excuse… “he is just teething”…people just raised their eyebrows, I could tell they were thinking “Just go and have a wash”.
Janet began pressing loads of buttons and George’s cries got louder and louder. I felt like I was stood at the checkout for hours… and finally the checkout guy told me that he will save my shopping for me, I practically ran out of the shop and started to head back to my car. George was still screaming which didn’t help and I was trying to remember where on earth I put my car keys let alone my card. I had my hand in my pockets, pulling out dummies, tissues, and the odd penny but no sign of anything. Eventually after emptying out my changing bag on the floor by my car I finally heard the clinking of my car keys… then after a good car clean out (transferring everything from the car… to the boot of the car as you do) I saw it shining in the sunlight the purple Natwest card and I was so relieved but felt angry it wasn’t where it should have been.
I headed back to Aldi to get the shopping. I thought it would be a two-minute job but noooo … the queue was now huge and the young man at the checkout was clearly avoiding eye contact with me, I just wanted to collect my shopping and go.
I started yawning loudly… that didn’t work…. so I took my Natwest card out of my pocket and held it against my mouth showing him I had it… that didn’t work. I then proceeded to start tapping my chin with it… harder and harder, then it actually started to hurt so I stopped. I made my way up the queue until there was only one last woman with about 4 items… the checkout guy let me in front… bloody pointless if you ask me…. I took my shopping and breathed a sigh of relief…
So something that should have taken me 20 minutes ended up taking me over an hour. So yeah it was one of those days…