I’m sure that you have all experienced the kind of day where really you should have stayed in bed. The kind of day when the words like ‘Ooo...er’ and ‘Oh no, not again!’ or ‘What have you done this time?’ reverberate around.
You know what I mean - the kind of day, when incidents seem to take precedence over normal everyday occurrences.
Well Saturday was one of those days for me.
It started out quite simple really when I lost the sandpaper. I had it in my hand and the bag that it came in. Then within two blinks of an eye it had disappeared. Just like that! I searched high and low but to no avail. I had to go out and buy some more as my lovely husband needed it to sand dear daughter mine’s new kitchen door ready for painting. Four hours later it turned up in another bag, which I must have put away without realising it. I always think that you can’t have too much sandpaper!
Next came the vacuum cleaner! Dear daughter mine has one of these hand-held mini hoovers that you can use for mopping up little jobs and I haven’t used one before. So in the spirit of helping, I decided to hoover up some of the sanded wood, when I realised that it was full.
So never having opened one before and not being a logical- let’s look at it kind of person I pressed a button and the top flew off and all the contents spilt onto the floor making, I must admit, a terrible mess. After being shown how to put it back together again I managed to hoover up the mess under the watchful eye of dear daughter mine!
Trying to make amends I decided to help even more when my daughter wanted to put some heavy glass beads into a vase. This was an easy job or so you would think. However I hadn’t anticipated that the beads would be really heavy so when they fell into the vase they cracked the side of it. I tipped them out to the sound of ‘Oh no! What’s happened now?’
I explained and then again not really thinking about what I was doing I picked up the vase and the bottom fell off shattering into pieces. I have since bought a new vase and dear daughter mine is going to fill it up herself!
You may think that by now I would have been locked away or sent from the house but no. I was asked to help out in another room. Dear daughter mine took down three Lego display boxes, which I thought were joined together as Lego is easily connected but to my dismay and my daughter’s horror they weren’t.
She asked me quite sensibly to hold the backs of the cases and support them when they were in transit but by the time the instructions had permeated my brain; it was too late and the whole stack tumbled to the ground!
Luckily nothing was broken but as my daughter had spent quite a long time arranging the Lego characters into certain places within the display cases she was not amused. In fact for quite some time after she didn’t really speak to me or acknowledge me in any way. But fortunately for me after grovelling and apologising profusely she came round. She was never one the hold a grudge.
The sand paper had been used in the meantime and the door on which it had been applied had been painted. Now you could forgive me not remembering that paint is wet or tacky to the touch especially after the day I had had, so when I leant on it and it smudged; the atmosphere in the kitchen seemed to tense and there was a definite coolness directed towards me.
However undaunted I decided to help with the evening meal. I lifted a pan, emptied some of the sauce, which by the way smelt incredible and went to place it back on the hob when I tipped it a little too much and again it spilt all over the cooker top down the front cooker door and left greasy stains on the kitchen floor!
I was asked politely to sit down at the table and not touch anything!
As for the rest of the evening I was banned from doing anything, which could have been all part of a cunning plan- couldn’t it!
Thought for the day: A helping hand doesn’t need to be big in size.It is the helping attitude that matters the most!