Today is a day when I was supposed to do lots of things. They involved complicated childcare arrangements and people rearranging their days to help me and upheaval aplenty. Due to a minor medical test I was supposed to fast for six hours from 8 am until 2 pm. I was meant to go see a potential kindergarten for May Blossom. I was meant to call the electrician and the plumber and maybe look at air-conditioners and chore chore chore chore chore. Added to this, May Blossom had her 12 month vaccinations yesterday and I’m pretty sure they injected her with a new drug called Overproof Awake, plus a dose of Summer Cold and a little Kickwiggle serum. No one slept last night. Panadol was no match for May Blossom.
Fortunately, Other Jess turned up this morning with a tub of vanilla ice-cream and the words ‘iced coffee’ on her lips. I cancelled my doctor’s appointment and wrote myself an excuse note.
So the tap continues to leak, the lights mostly don’t work, May Blossom won’t get into kindy and thus won’t go to a good school, or university and will have to do one of the professions on my Banned Professions List (top billing goes to Tobacconist, followed by Racing Car Driver). Full summer will hit and we will once again have no air-conditioner and I will blame H. No one will X-ray my tummy and tell me there’s nothing wrong except I have swallowed a ball of stress.
The world will stop turning, the falcon won’t be able to hear the falconer*. Things fall apart. But it’s no big deal, in the greater scheme of things. And don’t worry, I didn’t remember the whole of that Yeats poem. I was just struck by one line from it so I Googled it and now I am fixated on it. I’ll tell you what, I could handle twenty centuries of stony sleep right about now.
Class dismissed.