What would we do without a coffee and a friend.

You know what? today was a bad day, not catastrophic, nothing really major happened everyone is fine. It was just a crappy day.

I should have known when I got up to have a shower and the radio wouldn't work. I just like to hear the local news and weather once. I should have taken as a sign and ducked back to bed, put the doona over my head a stayed there!

By 10.30 am this morning we had floods of tears from Miss B. which necessitated a trip to see her teacher, ( a sweet, kind and very lovely teacher ). A broken photo holder in Miss B's room courtesy of a flying pillow and Big Boy, more tears. A broken vase in the family room courtesy of Master B. and a flying pillow. We suspect Big Boy was also involved but I haven't got forensics onto it yet!

A trip to the car tire man revealed more bad news. New  tires needed on our fairly new 4WD. They think the car came out of the factory with a dodgy wheel alignment. Grrrrh.  Two trips to two supermarkets and what felt like 50 thousand phone calls to my parents relaying messages to and from their answering machine to the hospital where Mum is recovering from back surgery.

Then the disappointing news the kitchen caddy (complete with stainless steel benchtops) we had ordered for the camper for "the trip" was currently out of stock and not likely to be in Australia for some months. More grrrh.

Anyway at 10.30am the words any girl loves to hear.  "Hey, do you want to go for a coffee?"  So coffee with a lovely friend sorted me out for a while and we visited a new decor shop in town that I will just have to go back to and ask if I can take photos for the blog.

Then, the teacher rang, Miss B. still upset can I come and get her. Of course, be there right away. More tears then a miraculous recovery as the car hit the driveway.

So then the haircut. Desperate for a haircut, lovely shape, all going well until when, at the optometrists trying on glasses frames I noticed a long stray lock of hair. Went back to get it trimmed, my hairdresser was gone. Another one swooped on me and before I knew it she had cut the offending bit as well as the two front bits of my bob  that I had just grown the way we (me and my hairdresser) had wanted. More grrhh.

So all is well now, Mr M has kindly offered to do the netball, football training run and Dad has rung to say Mum will be coming home tomorrow. Oh and I get to go to see my bridesmaids (still girls to me although the wedding was nearly 18 years ago) and one of my bridesmaids is bringing her 5 month old baby. Stand clear everyone, he is all mine (til he cries). And I get to visit my kitchen stool friend as well.

If you have read all this well done. I feel better now, sometimes a girls just got to have a rant! ( And a coffee with a friend)

Hope your day was good.

The just a little bit grumpy Moerks