priorities

you have 1 small child in need of holes drilling in the handlebar ends of her new bike for tassly bits to be inserted

you have a garage in need of serious sorting out

you have a wife too **** short to reach the roof of her car to wash it properly, and it *needs* washing
you also have an ambulance that is vaguely grubby but not really bad

you have a boss who has worked out how to get you to do anything he wants (free)

you have message groups you need to peruse in case anyone has posted anything funny 

So, what is your priority?  

Well obviously child and wife can wait, they will always be there, but no, child is now sobbing desperately that you promised to make the holes for her tassly bits 2 days ago.  you do it with very bad grace making it clear you have other things you need to do.  Then you mop out the back of the ambi and complain that wife's chosen mix of soapy water in a spray bottle for mopping is too soapy   Then it's an hour's PC time whilst you wind down from your day's work (hey, wifey doesn't work, why would she need 5 minutes peace before dd goes to bed?)  Then just as the bedtime hour draws to a close, and knowing that child needs a hot bath and an early night you hoof off for a shower, use the towel wifey has put on the radiator for child (leaving it wet on the end of the bed naturally) and forget to shift the shower curtain out of the bath before graciously deigning to run bath for child.   Then you go fix boss's PC in wife's car without even asking if it was okay.  Actually it's not okay, I'm now at home without transport so if your precious progeny takes ill I'll have to phone round for someone to take us to the out of hours service or hope taxis take cheques.  I know she's not likely to take ill, she has the constitution of a ox but that's just not the point is it?

And of course, seeing as you are out playing all weekend I needed to have gone shopping today (even though we have enough bread and milk for 2 more days at least) so that you have nice treats in your snack box.  Bad wifey.  There's biscuits in the tin.  Home made by your dd.  Sliced bread is cheaper than buns.  Go get a life, no wait, you have one, go get one suitable to your position in life. 

Remind me who he married

cos I’m beginning to think it wasn’t me. Or at least he’s not quite got this family first idea yet at any rate. Let’s forget all the going to Oulton week in week out regardless of what me and dd want to do and the spending hours every week at E-zec filling in his time sheet (or not as the case may be) This one really stumped me.

His mate (who I really thing is a little odd to say the least) bought a sat nav system. It has ceased to work. I can sympathise with that, mine did too. But here’s where it all changes. I sorted mine out myself. I did all the trying to re-set it, e-mailing repeatedly to try and shake a reply out of them, ranting, demanding service, parcelling etc. Tim took this blokes sat nav to look at and see what he could do, then found out how to return it for him, found a box for him (he didn’t keep the one it came in) found bubble wrap, brought it home and left it in the middle of the kitchen work surface with the documentation as a hint for me to package it. I moved it. He put it back….. I expressed my dislike for grubby boxs on my clean kitchen work surface and pointed out that it wouldn’t look so good splattered in cake mix if dd got busy in the kitchen. So he packs it up and asks when I’m going to be in so he can organise a courier. PARDON??????????? I am going to sit in waiting for a courier for someone else’s goods? Erm, no. Sorry. Might do it for his stuff if he asked rather than assumed but for someone else? Sorry let him sort his own life out for a change. So then he spent half an hour on our phone bill trying to find out if there was any local depot he could take it to. Or could they pick it up from where he works (hey, why not have it picked up from where the item’s owner works???) and fianlly arranges to have it collected from here after 4pm so he will be in the house to deal with it. Which is why I was got out of bed on my “day off” to answer the phone to UPS asking if they could collect it earlier this afternoon. I will actually be out but FFS this guy was insistant, could I not make arrangements for someone to be there (no) could I leave it ourside for the courier to collect (£300 of kit? Yeh, sure, will you pay if it gets nicked?) was there no way I could re-schedule to be in (NO) grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr

Now of course I get this feeling that once the bloody thing has been fixed ti’s going to be delivered back here and I’m going to end up going through teh same bloody hoops again of “can you stay in on such a day to recieve this parcel”

Did just occur to me though, Tim’s mum only ever goes out on Wednesdays, she’s in the rest of the week, he cna ask her next time.

and it just keeps coming… and they have just phoned back, can they pick up tomorrow instead. They are struggling and with this being a residential address surely someone can be in…. they make allowances for businesses aparently.