Conscience. How I hate it.
Ah, Monday. A gloriously sunny day, with the prospect of an amazing evening ahead.
You see, the Other Half and I have tickets to see the Foo Fighters tonight. They're playing an acoustic set at a small (1700 seater) venue only five miles from my front door. Tickets were like gold dust but we managed to secure ours. Babysitter is booked, all systems are go. Except.
Except Small Person fell over playing football in the garden last night. It was the very last couple of minutes before bed, and she went down like a ton of bricks, landing awkwardly on her left wrist. There followed five minutes of agonised rolling-around-on-the-carpet (her) and total panic (me). Once things had calmed down a bit it became apparent that the wrist wasn't broken - it's more likely sprained (I'm no doctor, but it hasn't swelled up and she can move it and all her fingers). Nonetheless, she can't put any weight on it and had a very disturbed night (she wasn't the only one, but more on that in a minute). Emergency plan #2 swung into action this morning (plan #1 involves just giving up and going on holiday instead (there are too many parentheses in this post but I'm just going to go with it)) and I am currently set up at the kitchen table, "working" from home. Which is all fine, but those Foo Fighters tickets are looming over me. If Small Person is still in pain I can't let her go and stay at Grandma's as planned. This in turn means no gig which means crushing disappointment, tinged with the happy side-effect (for him) that I won't be able to shout dirty suggestions at Dave Grohl throughout.
I'm resigned to this - I'm a parent before I'm a filth-shouting Grohl-stalking music fan. But...is there some sort of universal force at work that arbitrarily decides that your children will fall ill or fall off or under or over or into something on the very day that exciting things are planned?
My grouchiness is not being helped today by the fact that our noisy neighbours (Portuguese South Africans) held a world cup party last night which woke me up at 1.45am and culminated in loud goodbyes and slamming doors round about three o'clock this morning.
The universe hates me. Fact.
You see, the Other Half and I have tickets to see the Foo Fighters tonight. They're playing an acoustic set at a small (1700 seater) venue only five miles from my front door. Tickets were like gold dust but we managed to secure ours. Babysitter is booked, all systems are go. Except.
Except Small Person fell over playing football in the garden last night. It was the very last couple of minutes before bed, and she went down like a ton of bricks, landing awkwardly on her left wrist. There followed five minutes of agonised rolling-around-on-the-carpet (her) and total panic (me). Once things had calmed down a bit it became apparent that the wrist wasn't broken - it's more likely sprained (I'm no doctor, but it hasn't swelled up and she can move it and all her fingers). Nonetheless, she can't put any weight on it and had a very disturbed night (she wasn't the only one, but more on that in a minute). Emergency plan #2 swung into action this morning (plan #1 involves just giving up and going on holiday instead (there are too many parentheses in this post but I'm just going to go with it)) and I am currently set up at the kitchen table, "working" from home. Which is all fine, but those Foo Fighters tickets are looming over me. If Small Person is still in pain I can't let her go and stay at Grandma's as planned. This in turn means no gig which means crushing disappointment, tinged with the happy side-effect (for him) that I won't be able to shout dirty suggestions at Dave Grohl throughout.
I'm resigned to this - I'm a parent before I'm a filth-shouting Grohl-stalking music fan. But...is there some sort of universal force at work that arbitrarily decides that your children will fall ill or fall off or under or over or into something on the very day that exciting things are planned?
My grouchiness is not being helped today by the fact that our noisy neighbours (Portuguese South Africans) held a world cup party last night which woke me up at 1.45am and culminated in loud goodbyes and slamming doors round about three o'clock this morning.
The universe hates me. Fact.
posted by surly girl at 10:26 am
31 Comments:
Yes you can.
yes i can what? take her to grandma's? but how will i live with myself (the drama!!)
ah but grandma must have years more experience with looking after injured children, therefore it would be both cruel and selfish to not take daughter there as planned.
fact.
Yup.
Grandma for SP, dirty Dave Grohl for you.
It'll be fine.
never mind all that, pink. i've just seen from your blog that you're seeing robbie on the 14th.....so am i!! cheeky beer, madam?
SP to Grandma's, go, go, go with no guilt at all.
really? why do i feel so guilty then?!
It'll be fine...you've duly taken care of SP today as only you can. You're working through the pain, both hers and your's so that we can go rock out tonight.
Oh and if you want to shout dirty things at Dave Grohl feel free...we can pretend I'm him when we get home if you like although I bear no resemblance to him and cannot sing or play the guitar (yet) so it'll be a lights out, no talking experience !!!
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Speechless my love ?
pretty much!!
There is a law of the universe that dictates that the more you look forward to going out somewhere sans child the more probability that said child will hurl itself down the stairs or munch on salmonella sandwhiches.
Don't worry, after a few hours of crying, bawling she'll fall asleep and there probably won't be too much in the way of psychological scarring.
thanks* wyndham...
* for "thanks" read "shut up"
We'd been planning a trip out for a couple of weeks (at the mo this is quite a big deal) yesterday came and youngest has a temperature but is apparently fine eating/drinking etc.
As soon as we got to ur destination and had barbecued food Littlest decides "I don't want to be here anymore. We um and ah for a bit but eventually decide to go home three hours early :(.
The fun and frolkics of being a parent.
always up for a cheeky beer...
as long as it's stella? :)
what other beer is there?!
My very own SG and a new female web buddy meeting up to consume our favourite beer...this is the stuff dreams are made of !!!
Have a few for me will you, I don't get out much !!!
um....i take it you didn't mean that to come off as creepy as it sounded?
Err no, sorry. Just meant it would be fun to meet up and sink an ale or two !
I think if you have appropriate grandparents, they will be quite capable of looking after a partially wounded child. Plus, you'd be letting yourself down if you didn't take the opportunity to shout filth.
If you don't go to the gig you won't be able to entertain SP with your re-enactment of it afterwards - air guitar and everything. Sat on the settee with a packet of cheezy whotsists, she'll be mesmerised and so happy you went.
This is why i am not a parent. I would find a way to (comfortably) ditch small person and run merrily to concert to yell obsenities and throw underwear.
Would be hateful parent.
Am with all who support the SP at Grandma's plan, although realize that the event has passed and this is moot.
So...will now wander off looking for a chocolate cookie now that Arabella has me craving them.
I'd go if LP was headed to a close relatives. If it was a hired sitter then, no. It'll teach her to be self reliant and tough. She'll thank you in the end.
If the wee one was throwing up, then I'd probably stay home. But since it's just a sprain, then I say go. Go and have a good time!
Damn. I'm too late to tell you to go (or to bags your ticket). I hope you went. I'd leave the kids to go at the drop of a hat - but you know that. It's good for kids to be self-reliant - don't molly coddle her. End of sermon.
aww surly - you're not taking other half? i am, if only so i can sit on his shoulders ;)
i'm all heart, me.
also, i dont have a babysitter for that particular event yet, so does grandma want to earn a few quid? :)
the comments on this post are hilarious SG.
I agree with wyndham, its a law of the universe.
Pink, if I went to the Robbie gig I would only get in the way of SG and co's drooling over said performer. It really is a girl only thing so I'm best off out of it.
As for last night's gig, it fucking rocked. A couple of patchy mellow numbers but the rest of the set was amazing. SG and I kept looking at each other in disbelief that a band that big paid our little surburban town a visit.
dave grohl was on the radio today... he said there was no heckling last night. so i just presumed SG didnt go, afterall ;)
Just come back from seeing Motorhead and Foo Fighters in Hyde Park - shit venue BRILLIANT bands. Was rocktastic. Even though I deserted my SP to rock - it was worth it I have to say. Bad Mummy - no!
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