I definitely do seem to be having one of those weeks where I’m either running to catch up with myself or having to go back and give things a kick to get them moving. It’s not an ideal way to spend the week, and seems at odds with my stated aim of being awesome in as many ways as possible at a time.
Today, for example, was my second attempt at getting the car through it’s MOT – having failed on brake pads, wipers, a brake light, two possible punctures, a rear seat that wouldn’t lock in position, a rear seatbelt that wouldn’t work and I wouldn’t have been too surprised to hear that Dread Cthulhu had been found in one of the foot wells.
A couple of hours work and it should all have been done, I thought, especially as I dropped the car in as they were opening their doors. To be fair, Staines Service Centre have always done right by us – they’re good value for money and have never messed us around, and they did advise me to go home – but I thought I’d hang around in Staines on the off-chance, even though I had writing commitments. It really did seem a good idea at the time. By the time I’d had a coffee and written a couple of things on the tablet to save to the cloud I began to think that heading home would just get me a call on the way there, or pretty much as soon as I got home, so that I would have to then turn right round and come back.
There’s only so much window shopping you can do in Staines. Pay day is tomorrow, so while I saw plenty of possible things to get for both Valentines Day and our 3rd Anniversary (what? already?) I wasn’t able to actually get anything. This of course only added to the simmering irritation with my own decision, which when coupled with it being a little on the chilly side made for some rather self-critical inner monologues. Not awesome.
Fortunately everything did get fixed, for cheaper than quoted, and the car did pass its re-test. I even got home in time to finish off a rather large document and mail it off to a client before Lady M got home and I needed to head out for my weekly visit to see the Charleesi.
I’m sure at some point this week I’ll be able to get ahead of my ever-growing list of ‘to do’ items. I rather dislike feeling that I’m reacting to events rather than proactively making things happen, so I shall be managing my time more tightly for the next few days. There may even be multitasking and sarcasm involved.