1. More than a month ago, my 40 yr old stove decided to start packing up. I asked my landlord if she would mind replacing it. No problem. “New” reconditioned stove duly arrives. Only one of the elements isn’t working properly, and the oven itself is broken. One ruined dinner, and no home baking that week.
2. Element gets repaired by grumpy seller. He finds he can’t repair the oven, so a week later, I get a new “new” stove. I find that this time, ALL the elements on this oven are broken, and although the oven works, I am highly suspicious that the temperature is not accurate. I haven’t dared to do baking yet. Elements were supposed to be repaired yesterday, but after my breakfast porridge nearly boils out of its pot (again!) this morning, I realise that at least one of them is still broken… After a month of shenanigans, my nerves are shot. The man is not pleasant, and he insists on coming up to the house at highly unsociable hours, and it is highly stressful to keep noting that the oven doesn’t work. I’m sure my landlord is sick of the whole process as well. Do I put up with a stove with elements that don’t work properly and an oven that doesn’t bake at the right temperature? This is not a good thing for me. I love cooking, and baking. It’s like I’ve lost my right hand. How am I supposed to feed my family properly on a stove that doesn’t work? What do I do?
3. After a highly stressful day at work yesterday, I arrived home exhausted. Thank goodness for knitting, is all I can say! This morning, I was still tired and had a splitting headache. Because I effectively work my own hours, I decided I’d do something to cheer myself up and take an early day and go buy some new clothes for the young man who has outgrown his current ones. Shopping is always nice, especially if it’s guilt-free shopping! However, I find out an hour into the day that I need to write a 10+ page document that is due in two days time… plans are pulled, Panadol swallowed, coffee drunk, and adrenalin is sourced from somewhere. At 2.30pm, rushing out the door for the 3pm school pickup, and just about to push “send” to get input on the first draft, I get a phone call. We’re not doing the job now. Oh. Drag sorry arse home.
4. Find workmen at the house sorting out the issue of the leaking guttering (another source of irritation that has lasted several months). It’s great that they’re fixing the guttering, but with the state my nerves are in, and the scraping, clattering, banging noises, I feel like a complete wreck until they thankfully go at 4.30pm.
5. Take son to karate lessons at 6pm, only to find that the new ‘sensei’ foisted on us with no notice last week is definitely not nice ‘sensei’ like the last one. Son edges out of class and refuses to go back in. We go home. Now I need to sort out finding a new place to take him for karate, or perhaps I should look into swimming instead. In any event, it’s a hassle I do not need.
6. A few days ago, cat gets into fight and develops an abscess. Stupid animal. Do you know how much stress you cause when you get sick? We’d like you to stay healthy, and alive. Please. Thankfully, he’s feeling better now.
Universe, I think you’ve had your fun. I’d like a nice, quiet, uneventful period of time in my life now. When things somewhat work the way they’re meant to work, and I can get on with the business of surviving the usual daily hassles. Without extra cherries on the top.
I’d like to say I’m cheery and chipper and nothing can make me feel bad. It happens though, doesn’t it. Sometimes, things get a bit much.
I know I’ll be fine in a day or two. And now I’m off back to my knitting chair, which is looking like the place I want to grow roots into, and never get out of. Ever again.