Oh my good lord... what a day... can it be over now, PLEASE!??!?!
First of all, I woke up at 6am with a migraine, couldn't get back to sleep properly after that.. Felt disgusting and sick to my stomach all day...
Then, I took Mum to the bus stop to catch the bus to the airport (she insisted that I shouldn't take her to the airport in peak hour and that she didn't mind catching the bus seeing as she only had a back pack to carry. Now, in said back pack were some extremely important documents (originals of birth certificates, marriage licenses, emigration papers, passports) for my brother so that he could go ahead with getting Mum's, his and my EU citizenship.
Anyway, all is well, Mum asked me to drop her off at another entrance of the shopping mall a few mins drive from the bus stop so she could get a bottle of water from Coles on her way through. My phone starts ringing as I drive off. I thought "meh it's probably someone about a job, they'll leave a message" cos there was no where good to pull over. I head down a road I always go down, it's 50km/hr speed limit along it but d*ckheads are ALWAYS driving up your bum and trying to overtake you. I had one of these d*ckheads so I make sure I'm doing 50 and smile merrily along. He catches up with me at the top of the road, I'm turning left, he's turning right, and starts shouting at me "YOUR BAG, YOUR BAG! IT'S IN THE DOOR! PULL OVER!" so I pull over once I'm safely round the corner.
What the? I can't see any bag? I open the passenger door and out falls the plastic buckles from Mum's bag. Uh oh. I check my phone - 4 missed calls from Mum. She rings again absolutely HYSTERICAL and in tears and I have to drive a fair way before I can do a U-Turn and head back and try to find the bag. Luckily it was just on the corner where the guy had told me about it. So I parked and absolutely sprinted to get it, Mum ringing me again screaming "WHERE ARE YOU WHERE ARE YOU!?" and I went and got her and drove to the bus stop, bus was pulling away just as we got there. No matter, I said I'd drive her to the air port. She was like an hour and a half early anyway because the next bus would've gotten her in only just before her flight.
So Mum is in the car going crazy and crying and saying "I don't want to go, I don't want to go, those papers are cursed. It's an omen" and I'm trying to get her to calm down. Dad rings (oh I love his timing) and she tells him what happens. And then I hear her say "No it's not, it's my fault!!"
She says it again. "It's my fault, I got the straps caught in her door! Don't say that"
OH SO IT'S APPARENTLY MY FAULT.
I went ballistic, yelling and swearing and telling him to get f*cked if that's what he thought. I got really upset.
And people wonder why I don't get along with my Dad.
Anyway, we got to the air port without any dramas and that was that.. I just felt like having a vent.
The good part - I wasn't going to go to Combat class tonight at gym because I felt so sick to my stomach, but it seems the drama of this afternoon and my little sprint to get the bag as well as my father being a total TOOL has totally put me in the mood for it!!! So I shall go to the gym and I shall imagine it is him that I'm punching and kicking the living daylights out of!!!
Sorry if this post offends anyone, by the way!