Wind beneath my...skirt

Hmmm, what to talk about today? Oh yeah, that’s right...screw you happiness! I naively thought that my antidepressants are kicking in so all my problems are solved. Pah! I have found that I am feeling quite content most of the time but things that get me down really get me down. Then of course, once down, picking myself back up is quite a lot of work! Take yesterday for example...

The day started out OK. I mowed the lawns, washed the dog and felt like I was finally going to have a productive day to get some tasks crossed off my to do list! Then I got a phone call from Mat regarding more dramas with our bloody rental property (seriously, sometimes I wish that place would spontaneously combust and save us a whole lot of hassles!) I then spent the next hour on the phone trying to sort that rubbish out and cursing Mat’s useless brother once again. This, of course put me down in the dumps and even worse, behind schedule. By now it is lunch time and I still have a few errands to run. I bundle the kids in the car and we head to the Post Office. The weather yesterday was so windy and in hindsight I should not have worn that gorgeous satin wrap skirt, but unfortunately it was the only clean thing I could find that was suitable to wear in public. Juggling Elliott, Sophie, the nappy bag and a skirt intent on tickling my ear lobes, I stagger into the Post Office a little bit frustrated with the world. Then Sophie started talking on her pretend phone and I was literally holding my breath. Why you ask? Because she imitates me on the phone and that particular morning, I was not using very nice language when I was talking to Mat about the rental property dramas. Thank goodness she was only cursing the wind blowing her skirt up, as I had done on our way into the Post Office. Task complete and I then struggled back to the car trying to maintain some dignity with my unruly skirt. All that went out the window when I was leaning in the car buckling Elliott’s belt. A huge gust of wind bellowed in and up went my skirt, baring my huge arse and holy washing day undies to the whole car park. Even better, it was lunch time so there were only about a million people there! I hurriedly finished buckling the kids in the car and dove into the drivers seat to make a fast escape. Unfortunately, the same battle ensued at the petrol station, at which point I abandoned any more errands for the day and returned to the relative shelter of home.

I hope today is a better day and I now have a few more errands on my list...buy new undies so I can throw out embarrassingly holy washing day undies and also buy some table cloth weights to weigh down my satin skirt.