how do you get over a bad start?
this morning i was having a great natter with charmaine. it was blissful because we haven’t caught up in ages. i was in my room trying to organise things, but not having much success. today is a hugely busy day, compounded by the fact that sebastian is sick. poor poppet has a headache and a cough and those blurred watery eyes.
charmaine and i were having a great moan about life in general and the unlikelihood of me flying across canada this summer due to exorbitant costs/four children, when all of a sudden there was a frantic knock at the door. i thought it might be tara or katie, who are flying to new york today and might be in need of some airline reading material. but no, it was a lovely helper, who said,
"i just got a call from marianne, charles called her and he is trying to call you you need to get off the phone."
now, charles is flying back from india, doug is flying in from canada, that’s a lot of air flying and a lot that can potentially be wrong. frantic i bid charmaine adieu, and dial charles.
"yes hello what is it what’s wrong" i say, forgetting to be relieved that he answers the phone which proves he is alive.
and i am annoyed, yes annoyed when he says, "nothing is wrong. calm down."
he accuses me of being ticked (i am), i accuse him of being ticked and am happy to have the ammunition of how he ended a sentence to prove that he is cross. but you said this! i cry, unwilling and unwisely.
how can a conversation improve from there? after miscommunication like that we are doomed to spending the rest of the conversation unhappy, and the majority of it was silent.
did i want to burn up the airwaves with silence? absolutely not. did he? no, he’s a better person than i am. but we managed quite nicely.
and we have a chi chi lala ball to attend tonight. i have a frock and toenails the name colour. i need something warm to wear with it, because i don’t plan on giving still-magnificent the cold shoulder, but you never know.
i’m kidding.
