| This morning Steve left at the crack of dawn to finalise his project (and his contract) with the Dept of Corrections. I was left with the monsters, and this morning they put on a real treat for me! They sense weakness and their special routine of pulling books off shelves and ripping them to tiny pieces is one dedicated especially for me on bad mornings! I had a rough night, hitting the third trimester my body has had enough. Everything aches, I have this embaressing routine of rolling over every night. Basically it consists of me flailing around on my back like a cockroach that's fallen off a wall, lots of groaning and huffing like someone that's morbidly obese, and ending with me actually getting comfortable - only to need the loo! This morning I hoped I might get a little bit of a lie in. No such luck! If Moons wasn't hounding me with some inane questions, the cat was jumping on the bed, in my face and screaming at me. This cat's appetite cannot even be rivalled by those fat Aussies (!!!!), he wants to eat 24/7. I couldn't believe it when I hobbled into the girls room like an old war veteran to find a huge mess. Once I'd dropped Moons off, I couldn't wait to get home, get Pip down for her nap so I could relax and wait for various tradesman to turn up to give various quotes for mundane jobs around the house. I spoke with the college about our mobile phone, which I still don't have. The college told me that the Nanny has spun so many lies she's obviously very sick. We compared a few more notes only because there is something morbidly interesting in her crazy ways and I think both of us put the phone down even more shocked - which is saying something. I declined a Nanny from Europe soon after that to an agency. Her CV and letter and the agency made her sound like a warm, fuzzy care bear, but as she's taken it upon herself to arrange her own arrival date, I feel too pushed to make a quick decision and its not sitting well at the moment. Besides, this other Nanny I interviewed in person and referenced checked personally is sitting better with me a the moment. So not the greatest calls. After collecting Moons from school, I got pulled over by a horrible, pig of a policeman for running an 'orange light.' Not a crime here in NZ, if you cant stop in time, you are allowed - if its safe to cruise through an orange. As my car is a hefty 4wd, had I have stopped when the light changed (just after my front tyres passed) I would have skidded. Hence the reason for the law allowing the orange cruise. I wasn't speeding at the time either. As it happened the cop had manouvered just before without indicating and unfortunately for me I decided to ask him about that as he talked to me about the light. He was pretty pissed off to be honest!! He was so rude to me, I asked for his name and badge number - which he refused to provide. Furthermore, he wasn't in uniform so there was nothing to indentify him as a cop other than the marked car - which for all I knew, he could have been relocating for the police. I've had tickets before for speeding and the cops are actually usually quite polite about it and although on occasion there is that feeling of revenue raising, I would never argue my innocence or complain about the cop that's just doing their job. In this instance the cop was incredible, he was rude, defensive and judging by the way he was inspecting my car, desperate to pin a lot more on me. He failed. Thank god! I was so upset, he took for ever, and I don't think I've been spoken to so rudely before. I called Steve in a right old state and he reassured me that we would find out who he was and complain. I got back on track quickly and called a lawyer to establish whether he was legally obligated to provide his badge number and name. The lawyer told me it was grey area in NZ, BUT as he wasn't in uniform he should have done so. Furthermore, his reason for pulling me over was questionable. Spurred on I have managed to locate his 'department.' Funnily enough his superior wasn't keen on me following the correct channels to complain and urged me to reconsider. No, I said. He was wrong and I intend to follow this up. The girls were pretty rowdy in the background and I couldn't keep my eye off them for a second, they were in a real destructive mood. Moons told me she needed the toilet, so I nodded that she could go out the door and then turned to write down this guy's postal address. Less than a minute, I had the address and the girls were back in the living area. I just managed to save their dinner from burning and sat them down to eat. I heard this strange noise from the entrance hall and went to investigate. Only to discover that they had lodged my pot pourri in the sink, and turned on both taps full blast. There was steam everywhere and the floor was completely flooded. I have to say that at this stage, I just sat on the sofa and cried! Too much, too close together. The only saving grace to my day was listening to a message from a good mate of mine asking if I was 'having trouble with the old bill.' She passed me while she was working, being pulled over by this cop! Of all the people to see me, she would have to be the one to see me at my best! Her message provided me with a few giggles for the evening. I also received a text from a good friend of mine in Auckland asking to catch up. It is really, really nice to have people around that can have such a good impact on my day. YAY, Nip/Tuck is on, that will definitely make me feel better! |