41. Back to work! (1/6)
It is 8:20 PM and I am sulking in my cup of tea. The weather is glorious, sunny and hot and we are sitting outside. But suddenly I realise that tomorrow I will have to face a highly stressful day and that all my English husband can do is give me a cup of tea! For Goodness's sake, a cup of tea!
'I'm back at work tomorrow, you know. It is going to be very difficult for me!'
'Come on. It's not going to be that bad. I think you are blowing this out of proportion a little.' (This explains the tea.)
Yes, maybe I am. But if didn't get over the top and over-emphasise the drama in my life, no one, not even my husband and least of all my four children would take it seriously. So I regularly exaggerate and you know what? It works. You have to be careful though not to get carried away.
'It's going to be a shock to my system.' I continue whingeing.
'Indeed. Tell me again ... what time is your meeting tomorrow?'
'10:30'
My words are met with silence.
'See! You don't care! You don't take me seriously. You don't think my job is important! You don't think it's going to be tough. You think I've been on holiday all this time!'
Here I try to pull a sad face. He does not notice.
'I'm having you on, come on! Where's your sense of humour?'
'How can I have a sense of humour?' Now I am really upset. If there is one thing I cannot bear being doubted it is my sense of humour.
'I am going to have to go there, masked and gloved, I won't be able to talk much. I'll be shouted at every time I touch something or take a shortcut. I'll be taken on a tour of a school I've been working in for years! I will be told to follow this arrow and stop at the red line and don't go that way ... And ... and ... and the schoolkids! They'll be wearing masks too! They're already scary enough without. How am I going to cope? ... It's going to be utter and proper hell on earth.'
'I think maybe G&T?'
I pretend to be in too much despair to even want one of those.
'Go on! A G&T will cheer you up!'
Well, it's some comfort and at least he has noticed that tea was not sufficient. The effect is negative though, as if my husband thinks I need something stronger than tea (which for an English man is the cure to so many problems) then maybe I should be worried for real!
It's going to be hell indeed. Hopefully I'll survive long enough to tell the story.
😱
'I'm back at work tomorrow, you know. It is going to be very difficult for me!'
'Come on. It's not going to be that bad. I think you are blowing this out of proportion a little.' (This explains the tea.)
Yes, maybe I am. But if didn't get over the top and over-emphasise the drama in my life, no one, not even my husband and least of all my four children would take it seriously. So I regularly exaggerate and you know what? It works. You have to be careful though not to get carried away.
'It's going to be a shock to my system.' I continue whingeing.
'Indeed. Tell me again ... what time is your meeting tomorrow?'
'10:30'
My words are met with silence.
'See! You don't care! You don't take me seriously. You don't think my job is important! You don't think it's going to be tough. You think I've been on holiday all this time!'
Here I try to pull a sad face. He does not notice.
'I'm having you on, come on! Where's your sense of humour?'
'How can I have a sense of humour?' Now I am really upset. If there is one thing I cannot bear being doubted it is my sense of humour.
'I am going to have to go there, masked and gloved, I won't be able to talk much. I'll be shouted at every time I touch something or take a shortcut. I'll be taken on a tour of a school I've been working in for years! I will be told to follow this arrow and stop at the red line and don't go that way ... And ... and ... and the schoolkids! They'll be wearing masks too! They're already scary enough without. How am I going to cope? ... It's going to be utter and proper hell on earth.'
'I think maybe G&T?'
I pretend to be in too much despair to even want one of those.
'Go on! A G&T will cheer you up!'
Well, it's some comfort and at least he has noticed that tea was not sufficient. The effect is negative though, as if my husband thinks I need something stronger than tea (which for an English man is the cure to so many problems) then maybe I should be worried for real!
It's going to be hell indeed. Hopefully I'll survive long enough to tell the story.
😱
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