I am feeling very highly strung and wound up this week.
My daughter had a big coughing fit at 2.50am on Monday night and I got up to raise her onto a pillow in an attempt to get her throat clear of irritation and try to get her back to sleep. My father in law, who is a retired doctor, gave me some good advice years ago, about coughing kids. He said never use cough medicine to settle a child. Coughing is the body's way of moving the gunk around in your chest, so it cannot sit in situ, go hard and turn into something nasty. I should be grateful as the little girl, whom my daughter sits next to in class, is in hospital, with presumably a similar problem. They do pick up absolutely anything going when they start school, don't they?
After the fit, for some reason, I never went back to sleep. I was worried about her and what had gone on earlier that day. I do not cope well on 4 hours sleep, but I do it alot better than I used to I guess. Nothing like practise to make you good at something.
Earlier in the day Mr Beach House told me the dates I was originally given for the annual sailing regatta we usually go to at Christmas time were wrong. It's actually a work trip for him and I, but the kids come too and it becomes our family Christmas holiday. That's kind of how you have to roll in small business. There are no annual holiday cheques paid for by big corporations here unfortunately.
This year, the regatta is in Tasmania and getting accommodation down there at Christmas time, is akin to getting a room at the Inn in Bethlehem, during the birth of Christ. It's the 70th anniversary of the Sydney to Hobart yacht race, so this year is particularly tight and is pretty much booked out already. Mr Beach House knew the dates of the regatta had been amended, but never the less, let me go ahead, spending hours organising travel and accommodation details, without telling me about the change. After hours of mucking around on my part and just 15 minutes after I had the whole thing locked in and deposits paid, he told me about the shift in dates. I flipped and called him everything under the sun. I over reacted, but it left me cold and is more than likely, why I couldn't sleep. After locking in the details the first time, I spent another hour changing everything. My head was well and truly spinning by the end of it. I am still sweating on some confirmation emails, so I guess I am tense about that. Happily there were no amendment fees if I made the changes online, so was I able to request the changes without penalty.
Sorry to off load and I probably sound like a spoilt brat, but occasionally, just occasionally, it would be nice to be more than just a dogs body, who keeps all the home fires burning. I seem to be the one who gets up to sick kids in the middle of the night, does the company accounts, (the BAS was due 2 weeks ago, so that nightmare is also fresh in my memory) and the one who makes sure everything and everyone runs smoothly. Don't even ask me about the vacuuming. If you follow on Facebook, you will know that the lovely Ray, my funny cleaner has left the building and retired somewhere on the north East coast of Australia. Now maybe that's the real reason I can't sleep.
Sometimes when the shiz hits the fan, it's nice to just go down to the beach and be grateful. So that's what I did.
Now it's Wednesday and after a better nights sleep, although still awake at 4am, things are looking up.
Hope your week is travelling better than mine.
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