Today was probably my worst day so far since I became primary carer of our two children, Calderdale councillor and general community busy body.
Everything that could have wrong, went wrong.
From the relatively minor (sent Ferdi to school in school uniform when he was supposed to be in tricolor colours for Bastille Day) to the majorly annoying (three-year-old washing machine will cost a minimum of £175 to repair).
In between these two points there were numerous phonecalls relating to minor and major problems, and general scatty brained forgetfulness.
Running parallel to this Jo is away at a conference all week so it wasn’t until lunchtime that I had anyone other than a smiley seven-month-old baby to offload my problems on.
At about 1pm Jo rang to update me on all things conferencey and she told me about a talk on aid work in Malawi where people have to walk miles for clean water, healthcare is an occasional visit from an international aid organisation or missionary group and malnutrition is the norm.
Tonight I am sitting writing this next to the bath filled with drinking water with two healthy children – one of whom is sulking with me after quickly removing a plaster.
After a cacky day at the coalface we all sometimes need to have a look at the around us and get a little perspective.
Tomorrow there will still be issues and problems to be sorted with varying degrees of seriousness and success but in main they will be annoyances and not life critical.

