Well my whinge is certainly ‘first world’.
My 75yo mother has spent a whole year obsessed with an outing she heard about on the radio. Which, as always, means I’m expected to research it, book it, take time off, etc. Fine. Secured tix months ago, it gets booked out far in advance. It’s an overnight lux glamping thing at a safari park- real African animals, special after-hours access to feed them, outdoor group cookout. Quite expensive and far away (I’d be driving). Touted as my 8yo DD’s birthday treat, but obviously paid for by me. Granny & DD have talked of nothing else since August. It’s booked for Thursday/Friday.
First thing this morning the venue rings and says ‘sorry, clerical error, it was sposed to be reserved as an ‘adults only’ night so our booking is cancelled’. I was offered an alternate night to reschedule- the 26th Dec.
Aaarrrgghh! So child & granny sobbing with disappointment, I’m arguing with the management about their incompetence and on the other lines with work (to get my hours rearranged) plus a plumber who was supposed to be unblocking the loo 2 days ago. Meanwhile my best friend is texting me to please pick up her kids today and keep them overnight cos she’s too flummoxed with a new love to have properly organised her week and has triple-booked herself.
As I’ve typed this, DH has texted saying he was quite looking forward to having a night alone, and is blaming me for the cancellation somehow.
So my Tuesday so far is full of sulking, sobbing, negotiating and a stinky loo. I’m not saying there aren’t worse tuesdays out there, but I must say this one is fairly gin-worthy for me already.