Yesterday was the perfect storm, but even storms pass eventually, and when all my kids were tucked up in bed last night and peacefully asleep, I realised that we'd survived and all was well, or perhaps that was the glass of wine I needed to wind down?
So what happened?
I had a very busy morning, working flat out and feeling guilty about using the electronic babysitter for the kids. So naturally I promised that I would bring them out in the afternoon.
But first there was a delivery due at two: a new sleep system for Smiley, to improve her sleep, make her more comfortable and help prevent further physical deterioration. We waited, and we waited. And no-one arrived.
I was also waiting for a phone call from my son's secondary school. I missed the call, and it was too late to ring them back. There are still so many unresolved issues, including whether or not there will be a bus to collect him on Monday. This is not essential as we live close by: I just needed to know either way. So now we will walk or cycle to the school, and if the bus arrives without notice? Well that's their problem.
Then we played hunt the sunglasses. They were located two miles away, but it was not possible to reunite sunglasses and owner. Thankfully he agreed to wear an old pair of mine.
The trip out looked set to be a great success until I decided to pop into a local shop to pick up some provisions. There was a little step at the door. Getting the wheelchair in was fine. But it felt awkward trying to get it out. As the back wheel landed on the pavement, I felt something shift and suddenly there was a shower of bolts and washers flew out in all directions as the top part of the wheelchair came loose from its chassis.
There was an explosion of panic in my brain. Clearly something was badly wrong. I stood very still holding the two parts of the chair together, stuck in the doorway, and afraid that Smiley and chair would come crashing to the ground at any moment. We looked very strange indeed and obviously some passersby were staring, but many more offered help. I rang my daughter who luckily was at home, and even more luckily I still have Smiley's old buggy (even though the Irish Health Service no longer support it or pay for repairs). Within half an hour she arrived with it and by rearranging half the shop I was able to transfer Smiley from chair to buggy and get her home. Not without a few tears once I was away from the main road though.
But the day didn't even end there! My nearly new laptop crashed at 8pm. And I've never backed anything up as in 20 years of owning Macs this has never happened before. But thanks to the interwebs I was able to get it working again and backed everything up, just in case....
So my reasons to be cheerful this week are: mobile phones, spare sunglasses, google, the Irish company who made the wheelchair and rang me at 8.20 am this morning to arrange to fix it, and my wonderful children who helped or patiently waited or laughed through everything!