Hello everyone. What a busy month it’s been. So much has happened since Christmas: my husband’s birthday, our anniversary, Lockie started school, and a new approach to discipline turned our little devil, Violet, into an only slightly unpleasant terrible-two-er.
But some crappy stuff happened too. Hubby went away for a weekend with the guys and lost hundreds of dollars’ worth of fishing gear (and copped a good whack with a kayak paddle). He’s also facing a dilemma regarding his work situation with a previous employer who is keen to entice him back to a bigger and better role.
This afternoon topped it all off. I had a call from Peyton’s day care centre saying that she has a bit of a fever and was basically sick and miserable. While I was talking to Miss Stacey, I grabbed my keys and my bag and headed outside.
I should have continued directly to my car but my eyes fell upon Buster’s food bowl. While I was mentally running through all the things I still needed to do this afternoon, I decided that now would be the easiest time to feed Buster since in the afternoon rush I would likely forget. As my phone call with Miss Stacey ended, I slipped my phone into the pocket on the front of my handbag and leaned down to scoop some dog biscuits out of their waterproof container. As I struggled with the handle, my handbag shifted slightly on my shoulder. Gravity did the rest.
My phone fell with a nice little ‘plop’ straight into Buster’s water bowl.
Quick as a flash I grabbed it and tried to dry the water (and disgusting dog saliva!) off, but it was too late. My precious lifeline to the outside world was completely drenched.
Unable to believe my luck, I trudged over to the car to pick up Peyton, but first pulled my phone apart in some foolishly optimistic hope that by letting it dry out everything would be fine. After collecting my poor little bubby, I doubled back to pick up Lachlan from school. All the while my phone was sitting in pieces on the front passenger seat.
Since my silly mistake I’ve been torn between reassembling my phone to see if it works and leaving it in pieces for a bit longer. After all, as long as I don’t put it together I don’t know whether it’s working or not, and therefore don’t have to be upset.
After settling Peyton for a nap and distracting Lockie with some toys I decided now would be as good a time as any to vent some of the frustration by sharing what had happened. I logged onto Facebook and divulged my terrible news. Immediately my mother wrote back asking, “Does it still work?”
Silly me. I thought I’d had enough little accidents for one day. Little did I know that the moment that I reached for my mouse to type a reply explaining my Schrödinger’s Cat-like theory about the condition of my phone, I would clumsily knock over the full glass of Coke.
In conclusion ladies and gentlemen, I have one sick baby, one probably-broken mobile phone, an entire desk’s worth of paperwork stained with soft drink and thrown in the bin, plus sticky spots all over the kitchen and lounge room floor from my frantic attempts to wipe up the mess.
Phew. At least some of the frustration has lifted by the simple act of writing it all down. But now that I’ve told you all how much of a klutz I am, I better get back to the task of tidying up.
At least the Coke didn’t spill onto my computer….
Emma is a freelance editor and writer who got her start at Newbie Writers two years ago. In her previous career she was an accountant, but escaped the numbers game to envelop herself in the literary world.