It looked like an ordinary Tuesday but the signs were all there that something was not right, and it would be instead a truly madly ordinary Tuesday.
The sun was up and shining, the tide was in and the usual morning breeze was nowhere to be felt….and this was the first sign. None of this, in fact, belongs to a November Tuesday morning, but the excitement of the husband walking the dogs and me being able to swim early in the morning blinded me.
Still oblivious to the reality of the day still to come but refreshed and content I went home dreaming of a hot shower. One foot in and one foot out, the phone rings: Daughter number two’s school.
” Damn it…she is sick and I have to go get her…”I mumble under my teeth while answering the phone. Typical, just when you think you have all your morning ahead of you, one of the kids got sick and it is all over.
“Good morning Mrs V, still ok to talk to the class?” Daughter number two’s teacher asks.
“Of course, Thursday at 9.30” I say.
“Actually it’s today and we are all waiting for you to connect…”She replies.
“No, it’s Thursday….”I object.
“No, it’s today..”The teacher insists.
“No,” I’m firm this time, “I have your mail here in front of me ….”
Damn, it was Tuesday!!!!!!!!
I apologise and blush in shame but promptly connect while the teacher does her best to not show she thinks I’m a total moron or may be just a forgetful old woman. Forgetful indeed because only when the video call starts I remember I’m still in my robe and so before my audience has the time to realise that I squat down in my seat so that only my face is visible.
An hour later I can eventually take that shower. My butt has pins and needles because of the awkward position I sat but the chat was a success and they also invited me back.
The rest of the day went as normal and as the weather is still good by the time I had to drop daughter number 1 to tennis, I decide to go for an extra walk wit big ears German.
I clicked the newly bought lighting bone on his collar and off we go walking the seafront in the pitch dark and then back to the main street heading back towards the tennis court.
So far so good and then it all happened in a fraction of a second.
One minute I’m waiting for the green man to appear on the traffic light and the other I’m skiting on the tarmac face-down landing at the feet of a poor man who had just exited the supermarket.
What in the hell just happened? My hands hurt, my knees are on fire, big ears German is licking my face out of pity and my pride has been killed.
Embarrassment posses me but sure I can’t stay on the ground until the little crowd, that in the meantime gathered around me, disappears. Even because they are not going away until they see I’m fine.
Trying to recompose me I get up and reassure everybody that I am fine. but before I urgently check my tights -God please spare me at least the humiliation to walk back to my car with two big holes on the front of my legs. My knees sting and I can feel the blood dripping down my legs and the nylon getting stuck in it, but I can’t see any hole. Pew, the knees are battered but the tights are intact and I can happily limp away.
“Why are you driving so slowly?” daughter number 1, aka the mean teenager, asks.
“Because I fell and to bend my leg hurts like hell..” And wand while I explain what happened I explode in a big laugh because besides the pain I’m in and besides the fact that my already injured knees didn’t certainly need another accident, the scene was quite funny. Trulymadly ordinary and painfully funny, but still funny.
“Omg, that’s so embarrassing…..” The mean teenager interrupts me.
“It was but, hey, I did worst..” and I laugh again.
“No, I meant, it’s embarrassing for me! How could you have fallen and tripped in front of everybody!”
“Well, It’s not that you chose when and how you trip right?”Now I’m not laughing anymore but I’m kind of annoyed instead, “helloooo, a bit of sympathy here…”
“Whatever…..”The teenager crosses her arms in front of her trying to forget her curse of being the daughter of the woman who chose to fall in front of a crowded supermarket’s entrance.
The lesson of the day is:
Watch where you are going because the danger is everywhere amnd so it’s shame, but most importantly, never expect sympathy from your teenager daughter, turn to your dog instead!
Don’t have any expectation on your husband either: “….and why were you in front of the supermarket…..you always shop on line…” he said ………….