It started at 1am
when some stupid fool in our street decided to turn in our (extremely short)
driveway then reversed into the telephone pole on the other side of the street.
I leaped out of bed like an Olympic highjumper fearful that said fool had hit
our garage door (trust me this is a MASSIVE issue, the last time one of our
neighbours did it, we had to use a makeshift security system on the door (a
very high tech block of wood) for 2
months until it got fixed). After performing a deft Mrs Mangle, I took note of
the license plate just in case and dragged myself back to bed. (On a side note,
who on earth gets picked up by their friends at 1am? He’s in his late teens but
still!)
I then spent the next hour trying to organise the next day
in my head. Things to fit in – gym, drop kids at daycare, sort out the Weight
Watchers stuff that I joined that night so I actually knew what I was allowed
to eat for the day (yep, that’s a whole other story), figure out when/how to
pick up my laptop from work which I’d left there the day before, finish 5
skirts that I’m sewing, organise someone to collaborate with for the
Collaborate for a Cause auction, fit in a day’s work – oh and did I mention
that my husband wants to bid at an auction for a house on Saturday and we have
NOTHING organised? Crazy times.
Needless to say there wasn’t much sleep happening so I
crawled out of bed in the dark at 5.15am and took myself off to the gym.
Excellent. Yay for me. Got home, chaos. I love my husband but I think he kind
of freaks out at the thought of having to get two kids ready in the morning by
himself (the poor love).
Eventually got the kids off to daycare only to realise when
I opened their backpacks that I’d forgotten to pack some of their lunch, sigh.
Went into work to pick up the hero of my story, my laptop and then went to
Coles to get some Weetbix because apparently I’d been derelict in my shopping
duties and there were none left (as I was rudely informed upon my return from
the gym).
On my way home and I get a call from one of the girls at
work to say that some lady had just called her to say that she’d found a laptop
in a shopping trolley that may or may not belong to someone named ‘Nicola’. She’d
found me through an email I’d printed and put in the laptop case that had my
colleague’s details on it. I might just have to fess up here that at this point
I still had not realised that I’d lost the darned thing. So fortunately I saved
myself the panic attack that would normally have occurred. So another trip in
the car (with the Weight Watchers ice-creams melting in the back) to pick up
the laptop from Coles. And I was set. Oh no hang on, I still had to go back to
daycare to take the lunches in that I’d forgotten earlier. By 11.30am I’d
finally had some breakfast and a shower and was sitting down to work. Not
exactly the epitome of efficiency.
All day I just kept thinking “How freakin’ stupid can one
person be, leaving a laptop in a shopping trolley – AND NOT EVEN NOTICE THAT IT
WAS MISSING?” I even pushed the trolley into the trolley bay and didn’t notice
the glaringly obvious black bag against the tarnished and chewing gum covered
silver of the trolley. Groan.
Needless to say this long weekend will be long on work and
not on weekend for me as I attempt to catch up. Double groan. But at least there's heaps of Weetbix!
Blimmin’ laptop in a shopping trolley. Stop. Rewind please.
