Please join in so we can commiserate together!
This morning, roofers started work on (you'll never guess) my roof. The existing roof battens were found to be in much worse condition than expected once the tiles were taken off. Great.
One of the roofers slipped (he didn't fall or injure himself) and dropped the tile he was carrying. The tile crashed through the newly decorated (as in 6 weeks ago) ceiling of my youngest ds's bedroom. Large parts of the ceiling, along with felt, moss, insulation material and god knows what else fell onto the bed. Ds thankfully is away at uni and not in his bed (well, he probably actually was in his bed, but not this one).
I needed to go out so opened the back door, as instructed, to tell the roofers I was going out of the front door. I didn't realise the side gate was open, smallest dog shot out and ran into the front driveway. Main roofer guy shouts, draws his leg right back ready to kick her (we're talking miniature sausage here so not a big fearsome dog), fortunately sees me so doesn't make contact, dog is scared by the shouting etc and falls down a very small slope. I think he would have killed her if he'd made contact.
Dog seems fine but I'm upset and can't help but cry. Roofer apologises (but only because I saw him) and rather than telling him to fuck right off, I have to accept the apology because I've paid a deposit and I don't want them to disappear with my money and my roof.
I have a headache by this time but have to go to do a shift where I volunteer. There's a new volunteer there and he approaches me to ask if I'm xxxx's mum? I say I am, we start having a lovely conversation - and I suddenly realise this is the lad who hurled racist abuse at my Dd at a nightclub. Granted, it was about 10 years ago but you know ... So now I have to fraternise with the enemy as it were.
I have a worse headache by now, but get through my shift. Decide to nip to M & S to use the toilet before I go home (I have 4 dc, I'm old, untrustworthy bladder - you know how it is). I never carry a handbag so had my phone, keys, glasses etc distributed around my person. As I stand up my car keys fall out of one of my pockets straight into the toilet. I stand and look at them, fighting off the almost overwhelming urge to cry. Have no option but to fish them out.
Get home, roofers still here (which is good), head is still pounding (which is bad), more petty shit goes wrong (which is par for the course today) - and here I am!
Ps headache is now gone thanks to industrial quantities of drugs.