Oh Rats.

Please can I tell you about my dreadful day??? !!!

My back popped when I bent forward to blow dry my hair at 8.15 this morning.
I should have gone off sick there and then. But I don't do "going off sick".

I dropped the paracetamol packet on the floor.
I managed to pick it up again  because I really needed them!

I then dropped the milk lid on the floor.
It stayed there.

I got in the car and my flipflop fell off. 
Have you ever tried retrieving a flipflop from under your car with a bad back when a whole group of children are trying to pass on their bikes?

As I drove away I looked back to check on baby seats for the day. 
I reversed back down the road and somehow threw a seat in the car from the garage. Left carer to strap it in!

A spider dropped down from my rear few mirror.
It was at this point I realised my day wasn't going too well.

Spider dropped down again.
I had to stop and be brave and throw it out the window which I eventually managed.

I had a no show whilst with child.
I silently cursed parent and gave away my biscuits as a reward to child (then thought perhaps I could have gone sick after all).

I had 2 hours to kill before meeting so text several friends and husband.
All were too busy to see me.

As I arrived in car park another friend called me for a chat.
It was really, really hot (27.5 degrees) and I really needed a poo (that never happens at work!) but I was unable to leave the car until I had paid for the car park on my phone, but I was talking on it to my friend who had just been burgled so I couldnt tell her I really needed a poo.

Mr W was also trying to call while I was on the phone and waiting to call Ringo.
I text him back from my work phone. Who said blondes can't multi-task - oh yes....me.

Eventually got off phone and used the Ringo app but it locked me out while a parent I worked with was walking in my direction. 
I still really needed a poo and was walking funny due to my back.

Eventually rang Ringo but put in the wrong code from the back of my card. Because I was desperate...... you get the jist.

Mr W then called again while I was trying to get into the building, something about what tea bags do we need. I was dreading him saying "oh well" which is his usual response to my woes but I didn't give him the chance because I was heading for the toilet. 

I blocked the toilet. I actually BLOCKED the toilet. I was mortified and unable to leave it until 'it' went. 

My phones kept ringing in the bottom of my bag while in toilet cubicle but I couldn't get them because I only have one working arm and no-where clean to put my bags down.

I finally get to meeting room and listen to answer phone message.
It was my co-ordinator telling me the meeting had been cancelled due to an emergency. 

SHUT THE FRONT DOOR. Really, really wish I had gone off sick now.

Phoned co-ordinator back who was engaged. 
I really, really wanted to have a good old moan. 

Person heading meeting came to see me and said she only had 5 minutes so ignored 5 further phone calls.

Finally took a call telling me I was very hard to get hold of.
No shit sherlock. 

Off loaded to a fellow colleague who burst out laughing at the point I told her about the spider and made me feel so much better.

Drove back home.
Took bag out of car which pulled a charging cable out with it. Landed in exactly the same place the flipfop did earlier.

Off loaded to Daughter, Husband, Neighbour who was sitting in his own garden, behind a wall minding his own business and the rat.

I was bought McDonalds for tea and given a fly zapper. 

We have rats. 

Thank you for listening!