Right now, the most frustrating sentence in the English language appears to be "Is it an emergency?" Well, no, no-one has an arm hanging off, and I am not about to go trudging off to A&E, but I have someone who doesn't feel 100% and has gone into school tearfully. The second most frustrating sentence definitely is, "You should have phoned at 8.30." I'm sorry, I tried at 8.30 but the lines were engaged and the school bell rings at 8.40 and we have already cut it too fine twice this week and I tried to use my mobile on the way back but the sounds of the school buses and lorries thundering past made it impossible to hear, and anyway, it's now only 8.50.
Tiny Small is more than likely fine. Just before half term she had the horrible high temperature coldy fluey bug that's been doing the rounds and has been grotty since. I think she's probably fighting something off, and more than that she just seems off. Tomorrow is probably soon enough if she's still complaining in the morning. But the thing that galls me is that I know full well that if I'd been a bit less honest, a bit more bolshy, I would have taken that 11.30 emergency appointment and had my mind set at rest.
Oh, and while I'm on the subject, has anybody else in the UK noticed that the newest bottles of 6+ Calpol have had the dosage instructions changed so that what last week was a reasonable amount to give a 7 year old with a temperature nudging 40 would this week be an overdose?
And I got cross with Tall Small when she told me as we went into school that she had forgotten to do her homework. She hadn't written it down and I didn't know she was meant to have done it. So did I comfort her, wipe her tears and calmly go in to explain to her teacher, or did I first throw a hissy fit in the entrance hall? See if you can guess.
Rant over. I think. Here's the plan: Look at the new fishtank instead. Put the kettle on. Do a bit of exercise (steady). Just get on with it.